Around the new year, full of the hopes and dreams that come with beginnings of all kinds, I told the universe and a friend, under a starlit sky, that this was going to be a good year. It would be, I determined, the year of grace.
A few days later, as I was thinking about epiphany, it struck me that Christ--who is the incarnation of epiphany, the Word, the sudden realization of God, breaking into our world--and whose incarnation is epiphany--is in fact the grace that God is giving me this year.
Many beginnings, of course, have endings. And some of the good things I envisioned under those stars have ended. But Christ, who is the beginning of all things, does not end. It is meet for me now to come back to that epiphany and see it fresh.
Of all the graces God gives--some harder than others--Christ himself is best and most real. When I am longing for flesh and blood, God gives it to me in Christ. Constancy, love, acceptance--all are in and through Christ. In him, this is the year of grace. That is the best beginning of all.
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