Between the last of December and the beginning of January –
a little over a week – the Church packs in three special feast days: The Feast
of the Holy Family, the Solemnity of Mary, and the Epiphany. In a poetic sense, the Church is bursting
with the joy. The joy of the season
cannot be contained.
Unexpectedly, the word burst led me to think of the word
interruption – the Latin rumpere meaning to burst, and interrumpere meaning to
break apart. And I found that as I reflected
on each of these feasts, interruptions play a significant aspect in the gospel
accounts. In the Feast of the Holy Family, Joseph is warned in a dream to take
his family and flee to Egypt. Later and
angel appears and tells him to return to Israel –though Joseph makes a slight
change in his destination. Their lives are uprooted more than once, yet they
respond with faith hope, and love. In
Mary’s case, an angel appears to her without warning, and her “ordinary” life
is turned upside down when she responds with her fiat to become the Mother of
God. In the Epiphany, a star changes the
direction the magi’s lives take. Then after paying homage to Jesus, the magi
are warned in a dream to return to their country another way, thereby avoiding
Herod. Having met Christ, and for the sake of Christ, they choose to face an
untried path on their journey home.
Dealing with interruptions in life is not easy, particularly
if you are like me, and like to plan things, set schedules, follow routines, and
complete things sequentially – and then, at the end of the day, review all that
“I have accomplished.” But as I reflect upon this week’s three feasts, it
becomes increasingly evident that once we meet Jesus we are called to meet the
unexpected, we are called to a life filled with interruptions.
Jesus came to interrupt our lives. He calls us to break old habits, to open our
hearts to new life. He calls us to focus
less on our own needs and wants, and respond to those of others. He presents us
each day with the grace of the interrupted moment. And if we elect to respond,
the promise of life a bursting with joy awaits.
Jim Gase
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