I love everything about this new season of Epiphany—chalking the doors, eating King Cake, wearing crowns, and reflecting on the light.
Sandwiched between its higher status siblings Christmas and Lent, Epiphany sometimes feels like the middle child of liturgical seasons.
My exploration continued into Seaport Village.
I’m making another king cake for the Conversion of Saint Paul. The epiphanies will keep coming, whether by guiding star or blinding light or daily bread.
The image of light in John’s gospel has lingered with me in my days over the past few weeks
I was pretty clear with myself that I didn’t think it would be an easy practice to take on reading daily scripture together, I was hopeful. And, in fact, it has been a hope-sustaining and lovely time.
I love Epiphany. I love the stories of the Magi, Anna, Simeon, Paul, Peter, the wedding guests, and others who realize who Jesus is and why he has come.
Modern parenting has no shortage of overthinking things, and in particular, no shortage of overthinking holiday celebrations.
“We three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts, we travel so far. (sic)” The little voice sings from the back of the car. My son, strapped into his carseat, is singing one of his favorite songs.
As I think ahead to Lent, I know the place I need to start is in prayer.