The Sixth Dance of Christmas: Half Epiphany on Highway 79
Sitting in the Super 8 in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, tired of driving but I'm scared of dying and old man river . . . .
Obviously too much coffee plus all that pan dulce from Austin
that Missy and I bought last night and that I've been eating in the car all day
(that was supposed to make it home to Indiana).
More about that later.
So, the sixth dance of Christmas would be . . . . ?
Let's see, the Roman C's say today is the Feast of the Holy Family.
Sorry, but that's just overkill.
And my church just says, First Sunday after Christmas. Meh.
I thought of maybe doing some Dan Brown thing like: "Six geese a'laying: the hidden meaning."
But then it hit me like a ginger pig in a Mexican bakery--
Today is half-way to Epiphany.
Those wise men, kings, magi, whatever, whoever,
have been on the road at least six of the twelve days of Christmas,
and apparently, just like this year with our cold snap and such,
a cold coming they had of it.
But halfway to Epiphany is still only half way,
and if the Epiphany is sort of one of those "infinity" moments,
and if we can trust Zeno and his paradox,
then those wise, kings, magi, whatever, whoever,
very possibly still have an awfully long way to go.
And, probably, they need my advice,
as do most of you, although I'm letting you go to see
Django Unhinged, Les Miserable, and Jackson's Hobbit without any critical comments.
Today I began an unsentimental sacramental journey home from my native home,
and I'm doing it in a specific intentional way, all on what we now call "back roads,"
in honor of those who seek Epiphany,
who maybe are half way there (whether they know it or not),
who maybe need some last minute advice or even a model (c'est moi!)
Believe me friends, I don't take a step in this crazy dance without consulting my mentors.
Unfortunately, all of them are dead, but that shouldn't disqualify them for anything but public office.
So my steps aren't really mine.
And if this time warp works, those magic magi steps (whatever, whoever) were not only not theirs alone,
but are mine as well. And yours. If you will just pay better attention.
So here it is.
Six Simple Steps on the Road to Epiphany. Or, Dancing towards the Star.
Ask directions from local people.
Listen to a real person tell you which way
to go. If possible, get conflicting directions from different people.
Then tell them a joke.
Ask them again which way to turn at the
Also ask about where to get good hummous.
Don't believe Yahoo
maps about anything.
If you must use a map, use one of those you found
in the basement from when you cleaned out your dad's stuff. Half the
roads aren't on it and you're liable to get good and lost.
already know what you're doing and exactly where you're going,
what are you going to see God for?
2. Rest your camel occasionally.
Walk with him. Get to know him.
Feed him part of your protein bar.
Baby Jesus and "The Holy Family" will wait for you.
he'll be happy that you took good care of your camel.
If he isn't, take
back the presents.
Give them to PETA instead.
3. Do as I did today. Do NOT take the interstate.
What's your hurry?
Do you really only want to see every Wal-Mart and Dick's Sporting Goods between Austin and Bethlehem?
Being kings and all,
you might kind of
like seeing all those bail bond places next to the court house in
You might also take away some lessons on the mutability of
earthly civilizations when you see its downtown that looks like a bombed
out war zone
(but is really just another victim of Wal-mart and Dick's
Sporting Goods and First Baptist Church who all moved out by the
I stopped and waited for trains three times today.
Twice in Shreveport, and I'm pretty sure it was the same train both times.
You'll miss seeing those trains if you take the interstate.
As Isaiah writes, those who wait for trains will be more successful than they who waiteth not.
Besides, at some point, you might find a wonderful Mexican bakery along
the way, you can talk to the little nine-year-old girl, ask her how much
Ginger Pigs are, then barter with her trying to get three for the price
of two, laugh, and leave her a big tip. Don't worry about the labor
laws this time. You want her home watching TV or surfing the web instead
of being with her mom in the store?
Really? For wise men, you could
stand to use your brains a bit more.
4. Do NOT eat at a restaurant that would be just the same if you were
in Austin, Shreveport, Pine Bluffs, Jerusalem, or Fort Wayne.
have arches, hand out crowns, or feature a picture of a Colonel, ride
your camel right on past.
Look for names like Joe or Sara or even Bubba.
Alternatively, pick blackberries and make a crumble (easier than a
Or ask the people at the Super 8 in Pine Bluff where you can get the best local
Or, even better, stand out in a narrow alley way and sing
until they give you something from the local bakery. Say you are a
5. You have a lot of spare time on this long journey.
Use it wisely.
Not by thinking about your investments. Or making a checklist of the
appointments you will need to meet when you get back home. Back in the Orient R.
Or wherever it is you live and are kings, wise men, or magi, whatever, whoever.
unnecessarily about those credits that didn't count towards your major
or, for that matter,
what you are going to do with that philosophy major
No, as I said. Use. Your. Time. Wisely.
For example, wonder why you didn't go off on a crazy journey like this
Make up a song about your crazy journey following yonder star
(throw in a funny line about a cigar if you can think of one).
about what you're going to do after you see God, if you're going to be
allowed to live that is.
Just in case you aren't (going to live), take a
day off and tell those other kings, wise men, magi about the girl you
love (though you know it will never work out ) and about your favorite family table game and about the first time you saw a camel being born (or a
human, whichever makes you cry when telling about it).
Pretend to be
Swedish for several hours and try to convince all the local merchants with your bad Swedish accent
that you are really a Swedish tourist who is just dressed like a king, wise man,
magus, whatever, whoever from the Orient R.
Since you may very well be exploding in about a week, sing a Rhianna
song at the top of your lungs
and dance like it's 1999.
6. Consider well what gifts you will give the baby when you arrive
(and find the place satisfactory).
Gold is good.
Frankincense is smelly.
Myrrh . . . well, I guess it's an acquired test.
What about a Ginger
Pig? A cockatiel? A ukelele (he will grow into it)?
Truthfully, regardless of what you
give, fear not, we will find a way to make it symbolic.
The most important thing
is that you make this journey.
Follow in my steps, though I'm only
halfway home myself.
Bear some gifts. Traverse afar. Take care of your
Do NOT accept any invitations from local dignitaries. I'm serious.Look at my eyes.
other thing, remember that your heart will probably get sucked out of
your chest at some point on your pilgrimage.
Don't worry, that's as it
And, in addition, learn the lesson of all Epiphanies--
that you aren't really kings and you aren't really wise.
But you may very well be magic.