But You are still there, our sun, the Son, somehow, some way, penetrating the fog, the mist.
Help us realize that mist is OK, Lord. Misty-ness has its own beauty.
Thank You, Lord, for what it teaches us about You, about us.
Teach us to be patient, Lord, to wait. To wait for the light, our light, Your light. Come Lord, Jesus this Christmas in our hearts, our homes, our workplaces and in our world.
O Key of David and scepter of the house of Israel; who open and none can shut and none can open; come and lead to freedom the prisoner who sits in darkness and the shadow of death. (O-Antiphon for today)