This guy joined our family last July. His name is Leroy and he weighs just under 6 pounds. He will be 8 months old in about a week. He was so tiny when we first got him he fit under the cabinet overhang in the kitchen.
Leroy loves to hang out with you. Which sort of translates to “he likes to be under foot!”
He loved it when everyone was home for the holidays. When he got up in the morning there were plenty of people to play with.
Thursday, January 2, I got him up and took him outside. As soon as we got in the house he ran up the stairs to my bedroom and began looking for John. He looked in our bathroom and up on our bed. I said, “he isn’t here. He’s gone.”
He ran across the hall to Andy’s room and scratched on the door. I said, “he isn’t here either.”
He ran down the hall to the spare room where Andy’s girlfriend sleeps when she is here. (She stayed with Leroy while we went to visit my parents between Christmas and New Years.) Before he even got to the door I said, “she isn’t here either. It is just us, buddy.”
He stopped and looked at me. He totally understood what I was saying. There was no one else in the house except us.
He ran in the house looking for someone. He knew other people were usually in the house. And he knew where to find them.
When he realized there was no one else, it was kind of an epiphany for him. A realization that we were alone.
I would not begin to compare the wise men that followed the star to Leroy…but they were looking for someone. And they knew where to find him. They were following the star. And it was an epiphany when they found the baby.
We celebrated Epiphany yesterday. We read about the Magi and Herod. We read about the star. We read about how Herod was afraid. Of a baby.
I’ve read that Epiphany is the feast of finding God.
The Magi were searching for the Christ child and when they found him, they were overjoyed.
Leroy was searching for someone, but he didn’t find them. He was stuck with me.
I find myself reflecting on what am I searching for? I have found God…I have that assurance that I belong to him and he is my Savior.
But I still search.
I search for direction.
I search for guidance.
I search for assurance that I am doing and saying the right things. Things he wants me to do and say.
I am searching for ways to find God in the everyday…so that I can experience a daily epiphany. A daily feast of finding God.