God of archangels caroling through the heavens, and
God of cherubs with cotton-ball wings and coat-hanger frames;
God of wise men from the East, and
God of magi whose adolescent voices crack when speaking of you;
God of a Bethlehem barn and God of a Fifth Avenue Sanctuary,
we pray to you this morning.
We pray asking for your sacred sight.
We ask you, never-sleeping God,
to help us see the world as you see it…
As a play,
as a pageant,
full of human foibles and missteps,
dotted with grace and unexpected joy,
a bit nerve-wracking, a bit glorious,
dancing on the verge of wonder.
Help us to see life as a pageant, God,
an event in which we will all
eventually find our way to you.
Bless us with stamina, hope and courage for the journey,
this we ask, in the name of the one who is born to us,
the One who would eventually teach us to pray, saying…