Today I did something different. Instead of attending services at my home church or singing a service somewhere for money, I decided to visit a neighborhood church (where several colleagues were singing for money!). Today was an exceptionally beautiful day in Manhattan. The sun was high and the wind was low. I walked to my destination, as it is not terribly far from my home – not by New York pedestrian standards anyway. I had no real expectations for the service, except that the music would be exquisite. And it was. My surprise, however, came during the sermon, which felt more like a homily – an easy, reflective conversation of sorts. Turns out, today is “Epiphany Sunday.” In all my many years of worshipping, and various singing engagements with virtually every western religious denomination, I have never managed to keep straight the myriad feasts, colors or celebrations taking place throughout the church calendar year. I was never meaning to be disrespectful, it’s just that they’re SO MANY! Well, sitting in the service as a mere congregant and not responsible for anything other than worshipping, I found it much easier to simply focus on the lesson and I had, well, yeah – I’m gonna say it – an epiphany. Simple yet simultaneously grand. An “aha” moment truly befitting the first Sunday of the new year. The Epiphany celebration remembers the three miracles that manifest the divinity of Christ. The name “Epiphany” comes from the Greek word Epiphania, and means “to show, make known, or reveal.” How wonderfully appropriate. What was it you ask, this grand epiphany? I will save that for another blog entry. The important thing is…I had one.