I didn’t grow up in a world that knew Epiphany. We knew Christmas, because it came with the Lottie Moon Christmas Offering for Foreign Missions. We knew Easter came with the Annie Armstrong Offering for Home Missions. In my world that was the extent of the Church Year.
But Epiphany? Too often it was just folded into Christmas when the Wise Men arrived. But what if we allowed it to be personal, a time of self discovery.