Dear Father,

It’s Christmas and
We humbly kneel close to the stable,
Listening to the low rustling of hooves in hay.
Our breath is snatched up
By the sight of the Christ child

Lying in a manger.
Basking in the light of the glorious star,
We stand in awe and wonder.
No room?
How could it be!
Yet while we try to understand
The inn with no space for God’s Son,
The rooms of our very souls are overcrowded
And even the closets of our minds are outsourced.

Will You forgive us, Jesus,
for making no room
in the inns of our hearts?
May we focus this day on the ultimate gift-
Your love.
In the precious name of Jesus,
Amen.

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