We cry in the wilderness. The land we walk is rugged and rough. We find no straight highways. Only deep valleys and high mountains.
Jesus, a light for us and for all nations, grasp us by the hand. Open the eyes of the blind, bring prisoners out from their cells, from the darkness those whose eyes are blinded.
Come to us with your power and might. Come and comfort your people.
Like a shepherd, gather us as lambs in your arms. Amen.
— written by Anne Osdieck. Posted on The Sunday Website of Saint Louis University.
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“Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.”
— Lucinda Franks
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