Epiphany Star Words: My blessing, my nemesis
Perhaps it’s a suburban thing, or a me thing, but I don’t love asking for help.
Perhaps it’s a suburban thing, or a me thing, but I don’t love asking for help.
On this Feast of the Epiphany, a day marked by an exceptional act of adoration, I wonder how we mark our ordinary days together? What are our everyday habits? What lengths do we go to honor the ordinary goodness in our lives?
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.
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.