This sermon was preached on Sunday, January 4, 2015. The texts for this sermon are: Isaiah 60:1-6 , Ephesians 3:1-12 , Matthew 2:1-12 , and Psalm 72:1-7,10-14 . Today is the Sunday we celebrate the feast of Epiphany. I didn’t grow up celebrating Epiphany so I’ll have to be honest here—I had to look up what it means. I’ve always understood epiphany as a brilliant flash of insight, a scientist in a white coat shouting, “Eureka!”. When we talk about Epiphany today, though, we’re referring to the moment God first revealed himself in human form to the world. But that feeling of that first meaning of epiphany—the glorious moment when the world clicks into place—still taints my understanding of the second, original meaning we celebrate today. With my first direct experience with physical manifestations of God, for instance, I was expecting a bit more of the first kind of epiphany moment. I was raised partially Catholic in my early childhood, and when it came time for my First Communion,