Dear Jesus,
Please excuse me if I am disturbing you. In these days, I know that many people want to speak to you—with a prayer, a petition, or even with a complaint or cruel word. Jesus, you know that when the sea is stormy, even those who never give you a thought, turn to you. No, Jesus, I do not wish to disturb you, but just as I as a child would write a letter to Father Christmas, I would like to unburden my heart to you. Bring peace to this suffering world, to those who lost a relative or dear friend, to families that are afraid, to the elderly who are even more lonely, to those alone in hospital rooms, to parents who struggle with the problems of family life, to those who work night and day to provide food for their table. Instill some peace and a bit of love into the hearts of each of us on this Christmas that is so strange, so different, I ask nothing more, for we need nothing more. We have come to realize that gifts and the season’s hustle and bustle do not bring us true happiness. It is a strange Christmas but perhaps more genuine, more authentic. We are beginning to understand that for it to be truly, but truly Christmas, we need You, only You, O Jesus.
Dear Jesus,
Please excuse me if I am disturbing you. In these days, I know that many people want to speak to you—with a prayer, a petition, or even with a complaint or cruel word. Jesus, you know that when the sea is stormy, even those who never give you a thought, turn to you. No, Jesus, I do not wish to disturb you, but just as I as a child would write a letter to Father Christmas, I would like to unburden my heart to you. Bring peace to this suffering world, to those who lost a relative or dear friend, to families that are afraid, to the elderly who are even more lonely, to those alone in hospital rooms, to parents who struggle with the problems of family life, to those who work night and day to provide food for their table. Instill some peace and a bit of love into the hearts of each of us on this Christmas that is so strange, so different, I ask nothing more, for we need nothing more. We have come to realize that gifts and the season’s hustle and bustle do not bring us true happiness. It is a strange Christmas but perhaps more genuine, more authentic. We are beginning to understand that for it to be truly, but truly Christmas, we need You, only You, O Jesus.