Sunday is Epiphany. At some point that day, our family will gather on our front porch. We will pray a blessing over our house.
Lord God of Heaven and Earth, You revealed Your only-begotten Son to every nation by the light of a star. Bless this house and all who live here. May it be a shelter of peace and health and a place of warmth and caring for all who enter this door. Fill us with the light of Christ, that we might clearly see You in our work and play and follow wherever You may lead. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Then I will take a piece of the kids’ sidewalk chalk and write on the lintel of our front door C+M+B 13. Last year’s inscription is still visible, and beneath it, if you look closely, you can see the letters and numbers from the years before that—11, 10, 09, all the way back to 07, our first Epiphany in this house.
You see, every year on Epiphany (January 6), we commemorate the Magi’s coming to Bethlehem by enacting this small ritual of blessing our home, of marking it…
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