It’s cold outside. We are reminded of the brutality of nature when we step out our doors and the wind bites our ears and snaps itself onto our fingers. As we enter our warm apartments, houses and condos, we want to remember thousands of our brothers and sisters who do not have warmth of house or home into which they can enter this evening. For them there is no such thing as cozy: just bitter survival.
Lord, be with the homeless. Be with them in the cold, dark hours of the night. And teach us, oh God, not to want more than we choose to give. Mold hearts of compassion within us, dear Lord. For there are so many who are less fortunate than ourselves. And, on a night such as this, we ask forgiveness for all the times we take our warm, cozy homes for granted. Let alone those when we believe that we have earned this grace.