Second Sunday after Christmas (Year 1, NL)

Do they later say to their friends, “How could we not have known?”

In welcoming the Magi into her home, Mary opens the door to the whole world.

The God of exiles, refugees, and migrants still shines light amid today’s present darkness.

Surely God isn’t a narcissist who demands our attention.

And six stars they offer for our own

For which he needs to invent some prophecy

It must have been a strange sight: grown adults, prostrate before a toddler.

Before Mary can cut the tags off the brand-new frankincense, the weeping starts.

The glorious and impressive features are only half of the story.

Theology is not popularly understood to be a landscape where dreams are welcome.

It’s all too much like a fairy tale.

Epiphany is the ultimate bad-guy story.

Epiphanies come to us in all shapes and sizes.

Grief is like a lead-weighted blanket that can never be fully lifted.