Mary van Balen

PHOTO: Mary van Balen

"Have a good evening," Kim said as I left work last night.

"I will. I'm going to a Christmas dinner with some friends."

"CHRISTMAS? Girlfriend, Christmas is over. We are getting ready for Valentine's Day!" she said, smiling.

"When I was growing up, the tree went up on Christmas Eve and came down after the Epiphany. That's January 6th. I like to savor the holiday."

Savoring it I am. A kindred spirit, Ann still had decorations up. The living room was glowing with a Christmas tree; candles and poinsettias brightened the room where we gathered, but the most delightful adornment was the people around the table sharing good food, conversation, and coffee. As Emerson said, "The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it." Read More 

IMAGE: ADORATION OF THE MAGI by Giotto

One Epiphany long ago my mother smiled when I asked her, "Where's the other Wise Guy?" and replied that he had been lost during our recent move. As I played with the camels, sheep and two mysterious "kings," I hoped the third one had found a new home, someplace warm to spend Christmas. Imagine, following a star to find baby Jesus, a baby whose birth was acknowledged by the forces in the far flung universe.

Later, I learned that Matthew's gospel (the only one that mentions the magi) was short on details and what I learned as a child was as much legend as anything else. No Matter. Three astrologers searching through Hebrew Scriptures looking for an explanation for an amazing cosmological event still captures my imagination. Even the Pope today used them as an metaphor for the compatibility of science and faith.

The Epiphany is celebrated in Christian churches as the first time Jesus was revealed to the wide world beyond Bethlehem and Judaism. The wise men represent all the rest of humanity at the manger, foreshadowing the reality that took the disciples and perhaps even Jesus some time to figure out: God's love is for all people. We are all children of the Most High.

Today, as I drove to the doctor's office for a check-up, I paid particular attention to people who were out on the cold, snowy morning: A father at a bus stop, a modern shepherd with his flock of four children, one in a stroller, carefully bundled against the wind; a man wearing a black stocking cap pulled low over his ears, his hands shoved into his pockets to stay warm; a young woman munching an apple for breakfast, a backpack slung over her shoulder, waiting for a ride to campus; people driving cars I passed or that passed by me on the freeway.

I tried to look with wise men's eyes, seeing God's beloved braving the elements to be about the work of their daily lives. "Each one," I told myself, "holds some bit of God in their hearts." Like the wise men, I should honor them, for who they are, for the Divinity that enlivens them from within.I should offer my gifts, as simple as they are, joining in the effort to bring the world a little closer to the Kingdom ushered in by a baby.

"Where's the other Wise Guy?" She is here. He is each one of us.  Read More