On the Feast of the Holy Innocents, I most certainly grieve for the children who Herod so heartlessly ordered to be murdered. But on this day, my heart also goes out to the Magi.
Our epiphanies aren’t single-occurrence events. They’re a colliding and re-colliding of the stars, pointing us to the One. They happen all the time, multiple times a day, countless times a year, whether we recognize them or not. I’d daresay we most often do not recognize them.