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Sunday was the first Sunday after Epiphany (January 6th, the 12th day of Christmas).

Epiphany n (first in print in 14th c): a festival observed on January 6, commemorating the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles; an appearance or manifestation esp. of a divine being; a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something; an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking.

After celebrating the Feast of Lights with a candlelight service there was a full on fireworks display afterward. For some reason, the symbolism of taking the light of Christ out into the world was very powerful, but even more powerful was the explosive power of the fireworks.

Sometimes the light is a flickering candle, subtle but effective, but at other times the light of Christ explodes the darkness and fills the sky with light. At times the light can disorient those who have walked in darkness for too long, but ultimately, the darkness has parted and the light has changed the person forever. It was quite an intense image for me as I stood there on the front lawn of a church surrounded by the city of Houston with fireworks exploding overhead.

Only those who celebrate Epiphany would understand a fireworks celebration after church on a seemingly random Sunday. I wondered how many people were roused from their homes only to look up into the night sky and see a “random” fireworks display (which, inside city limits, can only be done with permission). They probably thought, “Oh, it’s those crazy Episcopalians again,” but I’m hopeful that at least one thought, “I wonder what those crazy Episcopalians are up to. Maybe I should go check it out.”

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(That’s two weeks for those of you unable to translate in British)

I’ve been busy. In a good way.

I’ve actually had things to do when I come home from work. Places to go. People to see. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time. It hasn’t left me with too much time to correspond, blog, or much else. I have been trying to catch up now for a day or two.

Saturday, I was confirmed into an Episcopal church. I finally have found a place to call home. A place where I fit. Granted, I have yet to make any friends, but I’m working on it. I have invested a lot of time in classes, learning what it means to be Anglican (the Episcopal church is part of the Anglican Communion) and where my niche is in this church. I am currently in a class in which I will examine my gifts and they will find me a place to serve.

I was raised in the church and for years have visited and been a part of many different denominations, all in my search for where I fit. This search may not seem rational to some and others question why I would choose a denomination that is in a radical state of change (name me one that isn’t, and I promise you that you aren’t seeing the whole picture). It’s the first time in my life, however, that where I worship is truly my own decision, and I haven’t dived in blindly. I prayed and sought and read and spent time in the church before I joined it. It’s my choice, one I felt led to make.

I’ve stood at the fork in the road before… and chosen the WRONG way… not even the runner up to “best” which is known as a “good” way. I haven’t had the right choosing skills. I hope I have them now. Please bear with me as I navigate this new road.