Father God,
Thank you for full moons on the snow and for cats whose tails are too large for their bodies and for impish toddlers. Thank you for love over and above us and all around and for the way your wake can be felt in the chills of a cold winter night. Thank you for homes to return to and for friends to mend us. Forgive us for allowing ourselves to be sheltered from the cold of other's nights. Forgive us when we forget not only to care for our enemies but when we even fail to care for our friends--even the very gift friends whose love burns at the center of our hearts. Forgive us for not knowing when we do wrong. For not fighting apathy and the seductions of our own schedules. Mend our hearts that pentitence has broken so that we will not become proud in our confessions but merry in the grace that binds us to you and tears us from ourselves. Give us joy that sees in strangers the possibility of conversation with you and towards you and the thrill of experiencing the freedom of your law. Amen
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