Tomorrow, January 6th, we close the Christmas season with the feast of The Epiphany. The name will always carry an ironic meaning for me for I could imagine myself calling it the feast of the bust in the mouth.
Who could forget the pitiable scene of George Bailey, drowning in bourbon, sobbing his eyes out in fear and despair, pleading with God- “Father, I’m at the end of my rope- show me the way”
Yea….. been there….done that.
You all remember what happens next.
George Bailey has been pulled from the icy waters after rescuing a man who fell in….or so he thought.
The man, it turns out was an angel trying to earn his wings by helping this very discouraged man. Cue the line of the whole film.
Angel: George, your lip’s bleeding.
George: Yea, I got a bust in the mouth as an answer to a prayer.
I can barely watch this today because it was exactly 5 years ago, on January 6th, 2006 that I got my bust in the mouth as an answer to a prayer.
It was on that day- the Epiphany, mind you- that I received the news so devastating that it shook me to my very core. It evicerated my own self image, destroyed my hope, nearly wrecked my marriage and filled me with grief, guilt and despair so black and pervasive that it seemed impossible to even imagine what crawling back would even look like.
I have to thank my Angel- Noni, my counselor. I told her that God gave me a bust in the mouth as an answer to a prayer, just like George Bailey. She told me that God gave me a gift- the answer and that healing could now begin.
I will not tell you what I learned that day. I will only wish that God will save you from such a day. That I can even sit here today and type these words is all the proof I need that there is a God and that He pulled me and my family from the abyss. Even a bust in the mouth is a small price to pay for that.
So which is it? Is January 6th a bust in the mouth? A gift? An Epiphany?
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