Posts

Showing posts with the label Epiphany

Called Before We Know

Image
Isaiah 49:1–7 | 1 Corinthians 1:1–9 | John 1:29–42 Isaiah speaks with a kind of quiet boldness when he says, “The Lord called me before I was born; while I was in my mother’s womb he named me.” This is not poetic exaggeration. It is a deep theological claim about how God works. Calling does not begin with our awareness, our choices, or our faithfulness. It begins with God’s knowing. Most of us discover our calling only after the fact.   Looking back, we begin to see how God was shaping us through experiences that felt ordinary—or even painful—at the time. Restlessness. Failure. Long seasons of obscurity. None of these cancel a calling. In Scripture, they often accompany it. Isaiah himself admits discouragement. He confesses that his work has felt pointless, his effort wasted. Calling, after all, does not guarantee that our lives will feel effective. Faithfulness can feel unseen. Obedience can feel unrewarded. And yet God responds not with rebuke, but with a widening of ...

Following the Star Within

Image
Isaiah 60:1–6 · Matthew 2:1–12 Epiphany is the feast of light. Not the blinding kind. Not the floodlight that exposes everything at once. Epiphany light is quieter—more like a star, small but persistent, bright enough to guide you if you’re willing to keep walking. Isaiah gives us the poetry first: “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.” Matthew gives us the story: strangers from the East, astrologers and seekers, following a star toward something they don’t fully understand. Put together, they tell a story that is not only about them—but about us. Arise: Waking Up to the Light Isaiah’s command is surprisingly active: Arise. Not “wait.” Not “believe harder.” Arise. Allegorically, this is the moment of inner awakening—the soul stirring from spiritual sleep. Darkness, Isaiah says, still covers the earth. That feels honest. Darkness still covers parts of us too: fear, grief, confusion, habits we can’t quite shake. But the light does n...