Our God,
we gather together in the bleak midwinter.
Those who have much to thank you for,
who rejoice in your goodness,
and those who look out on a landscape of broken dreams
and hardly dare to hope for Good News.
Those whose hearts and homes are full of Christmas joy,
and those whose Christmas cards show only ice and snow –
not a robin in sight.
Those who anticipate celebration with loved ones,
and those who dread the season of togetherness –
for we are told that hearts are not supposed to break at Christmas.
We come as we are,
With our griefs and our joys,
and together, trembling,
we hope to hear the angels sing.
We hope for God With Us.