ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS

les-reyes-have-to-fit-in-one-carriage-in-spainBy Lisa Huddleston

I have begun a practice that is a little odd to me, but I was looking for a fresh way to approach scripture this year and through a series of twists and turns have arrived at the Revised Common Lectionary, Episcopal Edition. Fresh and new? Ha–well it is to me.

And with this whole church calendar thing being somewhat foreign to me, even though as a child I attended a Lutheran church, I was both surprised and excited to see that today is a holiday–Epiphany to be exact!

As a matter of fact, there are Christians all around the globe celebrating today in a variety of ways–more gift giving, burning yule logs, visiting from house to house singing, and so on.  I have to admit that I’m glad we don’t drag out the whole party thing this long, but it is good to recognize that on the 12th day of Christmas there are 12 drummers drumming! Why? To announce to the world that Jesus is Lord–Epiphany! Theophany!

Therefore, without making even the least attempt at explaining all that this holiday celebrates depending upon the various traditions, I just wish to say, “Happy Epiphany to you!”

I’ve always loved epiphanies–big ones, little ones; heck, I even love to say the word, EPIPHANY!  And my personal epiphany today? Jesus made the journey from Heaven to Earth. The Wise Men went on pilgrimage to worship him and showed up in the right place at the right time (Matt. 2). And the journey still continues  through us–yes, even through me.

And how blessed all those in whom you live, whose lives become roads you travel (Psalm 84:5).

12days-359x407So … Happy Epiphany to you and yours!

And a partridge in a pear tree. Cha cha cha.

GROUNDED

IMG_1690By Lisa Huddleston

Today is the first day since “The Holidays” that I have been home alone. I have a nice fire burning, and I’ve been catching up on some reading (“The Sun” mainly–have I mentioned how much I love that magazine?). I am glad to be where I am, but I am feeling as flaky and disconnected as the snow that is floating, falling, floundering outside. No place to be, but in such a hurry to get there. Bumping into other flakes and heading down, down, down–after occasional skips and drafts to the left or right–to land on some surface, somewhere, just anywhere.

And I, too, need to be grounded. Somewhere, but not just anywhere.  I don’t really feel disposed to making resolutions this year. However, some planning is inevitable if anything is to happen at all, and I do have plans: to renew my teaching certificate, to buy a spinning wheel, to keep moving, to keep reading, to keep knitting, to keep writing, to look for the good in those things and people I already have in my life, and to stay open to new opportunities. I guess those will do. As well as the pavement or the shrubs or the lawn chairs on which the snow is landing. These surfaces will keep me in place for a time.

Maybe that’s what goals are for–keeping us in place, holding us together, grounding us in time. So for now I am here on the couch in front of the fire and watching the snow fall.

Happy New Year.