Creator God,
On this Holy Night, still our frentic pace, and calm our worried minds so that we might experience the miracle and wonder of Christmas. Send your Holy Spirit to pierce the shadows of these uncertain times, rekindle our hope for the future, and guide us by the shining star of
Thank you for the beauty of this world and for the simple, true blessings of family, friends and loved ones. Guided by your spirit of compassion, help us to be loving, forgiving and gentle with one another. May the life giving spirit of Christ sanctify our celebration so that this might truly be a Holy day and bring us closer together as families and as a community.
In this world confounded by the false glitter of materialism and afflicted by the sin of greed, help us to repent of our selfishness and callousness. As we worship your son, born in a manger because there was no room for him at the inn, help us to see in Jesus all who lack the basic dignities of shelter, food, employment and healthcare. We remember especially those who are out of work or who have lost their homes in this time of economic crisis. May we be in solidarity with the suffering of others and each work to usher in your reign of justice, peace and good will on earth as it is in heaven.
We remember all those serving in our military in
Loving God, On this Christmas Eve we give you thanks for your son who loved the outcaste, healed the lame, preached Good News to the poor, was crucified and rose again; who was born so that we might be born again. May our lives reflect our gratitude.
Amen
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I now realize after 40 years that my son does not really love me - and the daughter-in-law I have always told friends loved me and I loved her does not love me. two friends have slandered me - I am fortunate because other friends and family are loving me.
But I have never had a more depressing time, except for my nephew's horrible death, than I am having this Christmas. The future with my son depends on his response to his father's request that he stop treating me the way he has been doing. After tomorrow, the "light of my life" may never be part of my life again.
I have lived too long - 71 is a long time - and I do nothing but cry and cry and cry. And I know it is not depression, believe me, I just know I am so sad.
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