# New Day 6 > Come to Stillness: Take a few minutes to allow your mind and heart to be still before God. ### Opening Prayer: *Lord Jesus Christ,* ​ *Thou Son of the Most High, Prince of Peace, be born into our world. Wherever there is war in this world, wherever there is pain, wherever there is loneliness, wherever there is no hope, come, thou long-expected one, with healing in thy wings.* ​ *Holy Child, whom the shepherds and the kings and the dumb beasts adored, be born again. Wherever there is boredom, wherever there is fear of failure, wherever there is temptation too strong to resist, wherever there is bitterness of heart, come, thou blessed one, with healing in thy wings.* ​ *Saviour, be born in each of us who raises his face to thy face, not knowing fully who he is or who thou art, knowing only that thy love is beyond his knowing and that no other has the power to make him whole. Come, Lord Jesus, to each who longs for thee even though he has forgotten thy name. Come quickly. Amen. (The Hungering Dark by Frederick Buechner)* #### Psalm for the Week: Psalm 98 #### Make a Joyful Noise to the Lord #### A Psalm. *98 Oh sing to the Lord a new song, for he has done marvelous things!His right hand and his holy arm have worked salvation for him. 2 The Lord has made known his salvation; he has revealed his righteousness in the sight of the nations. 3 He has remembered his steadfast love and faithfulness to the house of Israel. All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.* *4 Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth; break forth into joyous song and sing praises!* *5 Sing praises to the Lord with the lyre, with the lyre and the sound of melody!* *6 With trumpets and the sound of the horn make a joyful noise before the King, the Lord! 7 Let the sea roar, and all that fills it; the world and those who dwell in it!* *8 Let the rivers clap their hands; let the hills sing for joy together9 before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness, and the peoples with equity.* #### Scripture for the Day: Isaiah 9:1-7 #### For to Us a Child Is Born *9 [a] But there will be no gloom for her who was in anguish. In the former time he brought into contempt the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the latter time he has made glorious the way of the sea, the land beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the nations.[b]* *2 [c] The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light;those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. 3 You have multiplied the nation; you have increased its joy; they rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest, as they are glad when they divide the spoil. 4 For the yoke of his burden, and the staff for his shoulder, the rod of his oppressor, you have broken as on the day of Midian.* *5 For every boot of the tramping warrior in battle tumult and every garment rolled in blood will be burned as fuel for the fire.6 For to us a child is born,to us a son is given;and the government shall be upon[d] his shoulder,and his name shall be called[e]Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.* *7 Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end,on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.* #### Reading for Reflection: *It is impossible to describe the joy that fills the room at the birth of the child. A midwife friend tells me that the excitement of welcoming new life never grows old. I wept and laughed simultaneously at the first sight of each of my children—beautiful, yet so small, and even to my favorably prejudiced eye, slightly comic. All the waiting and work had brought forth this morsel of promise. There is both mystery and absurdity in raw new life, and only those who have not seen it in its newness and rawness can indulge in sentimental and romantic rhapsodies about it. (Holy Listening by Margaret Guenther)* *The years that lie behind you, with all their struggles and pains, will in time be remembered only as the way that led to your new life. But as long as the new life is not fully yours, your memories will continue to cause you pain. When you keep reliving painful events of the past, you can feel victimized by them. But there is a way of telling your story that does not create pain. Then, also, the need to tell your story will become less pressing. You will see that you are no longer there: the past is gone, the pain has left you, you no longer have to go back and relive it, you no longer depend on your past to identify yourself.* ​ *There are two ways of telling your story. One is to tell it compulsively and urgently, to keep returning to it because you see your present suffering as the result of your past experiences. But there is another way. You can tell your story from the place where it no longer dominates you. You can speak about it with a certain distance and see it as the way to your present freedom. The compulsion to tell your story is gone. From the perspective of the life you now live and the distance you now have, your past does not loom over you. It has lost its weight and can be remembered as God’s way of making you more compassionate and understanding toward others. (The Inner Voice of Love by Henri J. M. Nouwen)* #### Reflection and Listening: silent and written #### Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself #### Song for the Week: O Little Town of Bethlehem *O little town of Bethlehem,* *How still we see the lie!* *Above thy deep and dreamless sleep* *The silent stars go by;* *Yet in thy dark streets shineth* *The everlasting Light;* *The hopes and fears of all the years* *Are met in thee to-night.* *For Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above,* *While mortals sleep, the angels keep* *Their watch of wondering love.* *O morning stars, together* *Proclaim the holy birth!* *And praises sing to God the King,* *And peace to men on earth.* *How silently, how silently,* *The wondrous gift is given!* *So God imparts to human hearts* *The blessings of his heaven.* *No ear may hear his coming,* *But in this world of sin,* *Where meek souls will receive him, still* *The dear Christ enters in* *Where children pure and happy* *Pray to the blessed Child,* *Where misery cries out to thee,* *Son of the mother mild;* *Where charity stands watching And faith holds wide the door,* *The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,* *And Christmas comes once more.* *O holy Child of Bethlehem!* *Descend to us, we pray;* *Cast out our sin and enter in,Be born in us to-day.* *We hear the Christmas angels* *The great glad tidings tell;* *O come to us, abide with us,* *Our Lord Emmanuel!* ### Closing Prayer *O Lord our God, may something new be born in us this day, as well as this season—this season where we celebrate your birth into this cold and cruel world. This season where we rejoice over your amazing arrival to live among us; to give us light and life and hope and peace. We pray this in the Name of Jesus. Amen. (JLB)*