Jan 3, 2010: Epiphany of Our Lord


Most of the Christmas shopping is finished here in the United States, but elsewhere in the world, Christmas shopping is just starting. In Spain and Latin America, Christmas presents are not delivered by a big man in a red suit with white beard. On January 6, most of the Hispanic world celebrates El Dia De Reyes, the Epiphany, remembering the day when the Three Wise Men following the star to Bethlehem, arrived bearing their treasured gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh for the Baby Jesus. A couple of days before January 6th, the children write their letters to the Wise Men, or to their favorite Rey Mago: Melchor, Gaspar, or Baltasar, asking for the presents they would like to receive. On the night, of January 5, the figurines of the Three Wise Men are added to the nativity scene. Before going to bed the children place their old shoes under their bed or in the living room, where the Wise Men will leave them their presents. Some also place outside the house, some hay and a bucket with water for the animals, and even some cookies and milk for Melchor, Gaspar and Baltasar. Reluctantly children go off to bed. As soon as they wake up, which is earlier than any other day, they run to see the gifts that the Three Magi left for them. This is also the day when king cakes are baked and sold in the bakeries.
Have you ever wondered how many miles the three Kings from the 'east' had traveled to come to meet infant Jesus? Some say that the 'east' may be Persia or modern day Iran, which means around 800 to 900 miles of travel to the town of Bethlehem. Others say they came from Ethiopia or even as far as China. Can you think of a modern day equivalent of what these three Kings did, traveling far distance to see a spiritually significant person or event, to pay homage, and offer gifts and prayers? Doesn't it sound similar to a pilgrimage? In our spiritual life we take few steps to the left, sometimes few steps to the right, other times we make few steps back, but when we go on a pilgrimage we are walking toward God. We go to God, not perfect, but as we are- with all of our doubts, crisis, sickness, curiosity, adventure, faith, thanksgiving, to ask for favors and to offer ourselves completely. You can go as far as Jerusalem, but you can go as close to as our very own parish, Our Lady of Mercy to behold the Christ child in body, soul, and divinity here in the tabernacle. But when it is so close as our neighborhood parish, we don't feel like we're sacrificing anything. It's a great sacrifice to go on a pilgrimage to places like Jerusalem. First it costs a great deal of money, nearly $4,000. Second, you'll walk a lot and eat strange foods, and get very little sleep because of jet lag. But the rewards of such trip are great isn't it? You get to walk, touch, and kiss the very places where Jesus was born, suffered, died, and risen.

Your light has come, the glory of the Lord shines upon you...Then you shall be radiant at what you see, your heart shall throb and overflow, for the riches of the sea shall be emptied out before you...
And so upon receiving this gift of light in our hearts, we prostrate before Jesus like the Three Kings and open up our own treasures. So what is the gift that is worthy of reciprocating to Jesus? When the sisters, young priests, and seminarians were gazing at the Blessed Sacrament, we were gazing at the Heart of Jesus. That was God's greatest gift to us. Then nothing less than our own heart is worthy of reciprocating back to Him.

O Lord Jesus Christ,
I give myself and consecrate myself to Your Sacred Heart, my person and my life, my actions, sufferings and pains, so that I may be willing to make use of my whole being to give You honor, glory, and praise. This is my unchanging desire, to be all Yours and to do all things for the love of You, at the same time to renounce with all my heart whatever is displeasing to You. I therefore take You, O Sacred Heart of Jesus, to be the only object of my love, the guardian of my life, the assurance of my salvation, the remedy for my weakness, the atonement for my sins, and my sure refuge at the hour of death. (St. Margaret Mary Alacoque)