Today is the Epiphany, and it concludes Christmas. It celebrates the coming of the three wise men to the newborn Jesus. In our family we have a tradition of eating a rosca where a few baby Jesus are hidden and baked in the bread. Everyone takes a slice, and we see who got one of the babies. It’s a well-known tradition. The mood was a little different this year, but it is essential to hold on to our traditions because they tie us to our past and are part of who we are.

I routinely watch videos and read up on astronomy, so rereading the story of the three wise men today made me wonder what they saw in the sky that guided them to that manger. Was it a shooting star? A comet? A supernova?

I wonder…