Lord, in this holy season,
on this day of prayer and laughter,
we praise you.
We praise you for the wonders you have sent:
for a brilliant star and angels’ song,
for the shepherds’ courage and a maiden’s strength,
for light—light that comes when all seems dark.
We yearn to be seized by the poetry of Christmas:
heaven wrapped in a barnyard,
the unfathomable source of all being
reaching out to grasp our hand,
the face of love revealed.
Oh my. What can we do?
We kneel. We kneel before you.
We praise you for the Word made flesh.
We behold his glory.
We crouch in quiet awe before the little child.
Help us to rise from our knees as changed people.
Make us less afraid.
Make us more loving and more confident in your love.
Make us bigger than we are.
Make us yours—your emissaries—your children.
This we pray, with hearts overflowing,
for the one who taught us to talk with you,
by saying, “Our Father…