Like I mentioned here, the feast of the Epiphany really called to me this year. Something about it drew me, invited me to meditate on it and try to incorporate it's spirituality- the spirituality of the manifestation of God in the world- into my daily life.
That Sunday at Mass, our pastor was preaching about the journey of the Magi to Bethlehem. In speaking about the star that led the wise men to Jesus, he noted that midway through their journey, the star disappeared, only to reappear later. But the Magi never retreated, never abandoned their search for the King, even in the darkness that enveloped them at the disappearance of the star. Fr. Frank encouraged us to identify the stars in our own life- the burning signs that point us to our King. They will sometimes disappear, he acknowledged. But they are not gone, simply invisible.
This year, my word will be star. Well, actually, it'll be the Latin for star- stella. Mostly because I am a dork who likes Latin.
Stella- seeing the stars in my life, seeing the places and ways God is leading me to Him, and following them, even through the darkest nights, to the crib of the King.