Epiphany DevotionsPosted: January 6, 2009
Today we mark the Feast of the Epiphany by hauling dead trees to the curb. We remember the Magi’s gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh by offering the sanitation department a gift of our own: a past-its-prime symbol of the season. The tree that was so full and fragrant the first week of December is now a shell of its former self. Hemorrhaging pine needles and looking more like a Weeping Willow than a stately Douglas Fir.
Of course the tree was already dead the moment it was first cut down and bundled at the tree farm. It was living on borrowed time as it sat in the living room. Staring at all the merry making even as it died a slow, painful death. Filling up the tree stand with water? That’s like the vinegar offered to Jesus on the cross — too little, too late. O Christmas tree! O the humanity!
Epiphany is the official end of the Christmas season and it’s the traditional date for Christians to take down the decorations. And is there anything more depressing than de-trimming a Christmas tree? No one ever wants to help with that job. And without the specter of getting coal in their stockings if they don’t help out, our boys are nowhere to be found. The dog won’t even sit in the same room with us while Bryna and I take down the ornaments.
So, happy Twelfth Night; take some time to read about the three Wise Men; and try not to fall off the ladder pulling down those icicle lights off the eaves.