"O God of Humor, enable us to laugh at your mischievous plans."
"O God of Quiet, come! Whisper in our waiting hearts what you ask of us."
"O Sacred Presence, awaken in us an awareness of your abiding love."
"O God of the Universe, you continually astound us with the wonders of creation."
"O God of our longings, we long to see your face."
"O God of delight, fill our hearts with wonder-filled stories."
"O Rising Sun, send your healing rays of love into our lives."
That first Sunday night it appeared. In the stillness of the final day of November it had taken its place, where it was to remain for the coming four weeks of Advent. There in the chapel, a tiny manger had appeared. No wise men, no family, not even any animals. Simply, a manger.
"O King of All Nations and Cornerstone of the Church, rey de todas las naciones y piedra de la iglesia, come and deepen our love for all your people."
"O Breath of God, breathe your energy and love into us and upon our earth. "
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