(Scripture: Isaiah 11:1-9)

Our place is with lambs and lions,
Paradox and peace,
Written into the world by your very Word.
This mountain of the Lord,
Where virgins give birth,
Where wise men bow to infants
and tyrants are foiled by them,
Where kings sleep in barns.

And us.
Stained and broken,
The refuse of barn floors and feed troughs
(Straw and dung)
Exalted to royalty by spilt blood and new birth,
Made clean,
Made holy, by the Infant lowly.

We are refuse made to rest,
As did your downy head on manger-breast.

Jesus Christ, Word made Flesh,
For us you emptied yourself.
For us your blood was spilt.
May we respond in thanks and praise,
May we respond in love and service.

Suggested Hymn: Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

(from “Come As a Child: A Christmastide Devotional,” prayers by Pastor Mark van Stee)

Christmastide 1: Crush
Christmastide 2: Sift
Christmastide 3: Flicker
Christmastide 5: Stifle
Christmastide 6: Squall
Christmastide 7: Plunge
Christmastide 8: Kiss
Christmastide 9: Burst

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