Opening Prayer:
Lord Jesus
Christ,
Thou Son of the Most High, Prince of
Peace, be born into our world. Wherever
there is war in this world, wherever there is pain, wherever there is
loneliness, wherever there is no hope, come, thou long-expected one, with
healing in thy wings.
Holy Child, whom the shepherds and the
kings and the dumb beasts adored, be born again.
Wherever there is boredom, wherever there is fear of failure, wherever
there is temptation too strong to resist, wherever there is bitterness of heart,
come, thou blessed one, with healing in thy
wings.
Saviour, be
born in each of us who raises his face to thy face, not knowing fully who he is
or who thou art, knowing only that thy love is beyond his knowing and that no
other has the power to make him whole.
Come, Lord Jesus, to each who longs for thee even though he has forgotten
thy name. Come quickly. Amen. (The Hungering Dark by Frederick
Buechner)
Psalm for the Week: Psalm 98
Scripture for the Day: Luke 2:1-20
Reading for Reflection:
The
only worry children have about Christmas is whether or not they can possibly
wait for it to arrive. Perhaps this is
because only kids seem to understand the secret of Christmas: It isn’t really
about giving; it is about receiving.
According to the Gospels, the only person
giving at Christmas is God. Everyone
else is simply receiving this silent, holy miracle that breaks into the
night. Much later a few wise men show up
with gifts, but their giving is only as an act of worship in response to what
God has given us.
Christmas
is a poignant illustration of a dynamic we live with every day of our lives: we
spend most of our lives trying to make things happen for ourselves and for the
people we love. But life is not reduced
to what you give or know or achieve. Nor
is it reduced to your mistakes, your failures, or your sin. Life isn’t even defined by whom you
love. Rather, it is defined by the God
who loves you. In other words, you are
not he central character—not even of your own life’s story. This is not meant to demean you; it is meant
to set you free. (Sacred Thirst by M. Craig Barnes)
Reflection and
Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: O Little Town of Bethlehem
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: O Little Town of Bethlehem
O little town of
How still we see the lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
For Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
Where children pure and happy
Pray to the blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to thee,
Son of the mother mild;
Where charity stands watching
And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
And Christmas comes once more.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!
Closing Prayer
O Lord our God, may something new be born in us this day, as well as this season—this season where we celebrate your birth into this cold and cruel world. This season where we rejoice over your amazing arrival to live among us; to give us light and life and hope and peace. We pray this in the Name of Jesus. Amen. (JLB)
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