And was it cold, Dear God, when Magi made their way across the desert plains?
And was it cold, Oh Lord, when angels sang to shepherds on rocky terrain?
And was it cold, Redeeming One, when first breath was taken by infant lips?
And was it cold, Light of all Light, when Joseph covered Mary quivering after labor long into the night?
Frigid is the cold outside today, but warm are we, in your embrace and each other’s company.
For those who make their way, exposed to weather’s whims,
For those who earn their living under tenuous conditions,
For those whose breaths and lungs and bodies are vulnerable and frail,
For those who can do only so much for ones they love,
We pray today, warmth of heart, the fire of hope, and the light of love
In the name of Jesus. Amen.