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.


By Lisa Huddleston


Frog songs in soggy bogs

spot the road from the city to

my country home


Spring is coming and

daffodil exclamation points

dot the cow fields with yellow

shouts of joy


I see and hear the signs with

anticipation that

borders on pain


The last few weeks of

winter grey loom large

and threaten to blind my eyes

and stop my ears


Don’t look

Don’t listen

Never see nor hear


Yet spring is coming and

hope is not hopeless


The signs are not in vain

Burning bushes

Pillars of both fire and cloud

Manger-tucked babes with

stars in dark skies


My eyes will yet see

My ears will yet hear

the whisper as well as the thunder

of God