Let St. Francis Prayer be my Prayer for the Coming Year:

Prayer:

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love
Where there is injury . . . pardon
Where there is doubt . . . faith
Where there is despair . . . hope
Where there is darkness . . . light
Where there is sadness . . . joy
O, Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled . . . as to console
To be understood . . . as to understand,
To be loved . . . as to love
For it is in giving . . . that we receive,
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned,
It is in dying . . . that we are born to eternal life.

In Jesus Name Amen

Christmas Prayer

Loving Father,
Help us remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and worship of the wise men.

Close the door of hate and open the door of love all over the world. Let kindness come with every gift and good desires with every greeting. Deliver us from evil by the blessing which Christ brings, and teach us to be merry with clear hearts.

May the Christmas morning make us happy to be Thy children, and Christmas evening bring us to our beds with grateful thoughts, forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus' sake. Amen.

- Robert Louis Stevenson

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only
begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall
not perish but have everlasting life.
God sent not His Son into the world to condemn
the world BUT THAT THE WORLD THROUGH HIM
MIGHT BE SAVED." (John 3:16,17)

What more can be said?

A Spirit filled Christmas to you and your family.

God Bless you and keep you

Kim

God grant you the light of Christmas, which is faith;
the warmth of Christmas, which is Love;
the radiance of Christmas, which is purity;
the righteousness of Christmas, which is justice;
the belief of Christmas, which is truth;
the all of Christmas, which is Christ.

In infancy He startled a king; in boyhood He puzzled
the doctors; in manhood He walked upon the billows
and hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes
without medicine and made no charge for His services.
He never wrote a book, yet not all the libraries of the
world could hold the books that could be written about
Him. He never wrote a song, yet He has finished the
theme of more songs than all songs combined. He
never founded a college, yet all the schools together
cannot boast of as many students as He has. Great
men have come and gone, yet He lives on. Death
could not destroy Him, the grave could not hold Him.

The angel Gabriel said to Mary,
"Do not fear, Mary, you shall conceive
and bear a son and give him the name
Jesus. Great will be his dignity and
he will be called Son of the Most High...
" Lk. 1 Fourth Sunday of Advent

O Jesus, I believe you were born of
Mary and are God's Son.

Your mysterious coming is beyond
understanding. Yet like your holy
mother, Mary, I wish that you come
to me, for you promised you will. Let
me serve you in any way I can and
know that you are with me day by
day as my life goes by.

Like Mary, your mother, though I
know you only by faith, may my
whole being proclaim your greatness
and my spirit rejoice in your favor to me.

O Wisdom, holy Word of God,
Jesus Christ, holding all things
in your strong yet tender hands,
come and show us the way
to salvation.