The closer we get to the Birth, the farther away it seems sometimes.
We look at our pile of presents, and wonder if we have bought enough, not have we bought too many
we look in our pantries and refrigerators, and make a list of what else we need, not what we might give away . . .
we hear the wind moaning through the leafless trees and turn up our thermostats, when we could be writing a check to the utility company to help a family who has no heat.
Restore us, O God!
let your face shine,
that we may be saved.
Then we will never turn back
give us life, and we will call on your name.
Silent Prayer might be appropriate.
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