On Missing Epiphany

I'd planned to write a post for Epiphany, the day that celebrates the revelation of God incarnate as Christ. When I missed that, I figured I'd still make Epiphanytide. There was so much fun to be had: "Epiphany singing, chalking the door, having one's house blessed, consuming Three Kings Cake, winter swimming, [and] attending church services" were some of the fascinating activities Wikipedia suggests for celebrating Epiphany. Much to my chagrin, though, Epiphanytide ended on Candlemas, February 2nd (which commemorates Jesus' presentation at the temple).

Although I had a particularly hectic post-Christmas wind-down, and although at the best of times I'm still working at blogging more regularly, I feel like the same is true of most years. I enjoy Advent so much, and then once it's over I tumble right back into the swing of things without thinking twice. And now here we are only a week and a half from Ash Wednesday. 

In the spirit of not just allowing Epiphany to pass me by completely, I'd like to share one of the Epiphanytide prayers from the Book of Common Prayer, the prayer for the Eighth Sunday after the Epiphany: 

Most loving Father, who willest us to give thanks for all
things, to dread nothing but the loss of thee, and to cast all
our care on thee who carest for us: Preserve us from faithless
fears and worldly anxieties, and grant that no clouds of this
mortal life may hide from us the light of that love which is
immortal, and which thou hast manifested to us in thy Son
Jesus Christ our Lord; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in
the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.
Amen.