Epiphany Used to be Today: A Rant

I liked it better when Epiphany actually had a day, January 6th, and it was unmoving. This vague Sunday between Jan. 2 and 8, is a cop out, so Catholics don't have to go to church AGAIN on a weekday/night. I mean, sheesh, all that going to church, what's the point? I'm glad Jesus didn't feel that way in the Garden of Gethsemani. "What's the point of all this suffering I'm about to endure, let's just flash forward to the resurrection and make them think it really happened."

No, I don't think so. I feel the same about people who say why pray twice a day, or seven times a day, what's the point? Oh, I don't know, why should God keep us alive and not just rub us out like turtles under pickup truck tires?

We should be glad for each and every chance to worship God. Each day is a blessing, whether we know it or not, or like it or not. And, when in Church, people shoot out the door the moment they've received communion so they have a chance to get away faster. I mean really, why stick around for the blessing!

Today we celebrate the coming of the light to the gentiles. Oh wait, that happened on Sunday, never mind, this is just another day between Jan. 2 and 8.

And now, poetry I did not write.
John Donne
A Litany

III.

THE HOLY GHOST.

O Holy Ghost, whose temple I
Am, but of mud walls , and condensèd dust,
And being sacrilegiously
Half wasted with youth's fires of pride and lust,
Must with new storms be weather-beat,
Double in my heart Thy flame,
Which let devout sad tears intend, and let—
Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim—
Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar be the same.