Epiphany

Epiphany. The light come to the nations. The magi enter the house. The kings kneel and adore a king of a different realm. This a messiah like Moses to free his people but from an even more insidious Egypt, a bondage of the heart. Chains so much subtler and stronger than iron. The severe mercy needed meant the murder of the Maker of heaven and earth. The One by which everything consists and holds together. But this deicide, the consummate crime would be undone in the end. Three days and death would lose its sting. Yes, it is not Herod's rule that will last. It is the other king born in the insignificance of a tiny town in Judea: Bethlehem, the house of bread. May we too journey as the magi to the house and bring our gifts. And may we give first and foremost an Inn for this King. May we be the creche for Christ.