The Season

by Gene Shelburne

In the next few minutes, Lord, we’ll zone some property and approve some contracts.

But this week our hearts and minds are elsewhere.

For this is the week when we pause, Lord, to remember that You

became a man.

This is the week when Bethlehem matters more to us than

Amarillo.

When wisemen and shepherds take precedence over mayors

and commissioners and city managers.

It is a week when our own official voices are drowned out

by the voices of angels.

A week when our eyes look up from the messes that

surround us and search the heavens hopefully for a

star.

Thank You, Lord, for the blessedness of this season.

Thank You for the hope and joy the story of Christmas

rekindles in our hearts.

For each of us here, and for all in our city, we seek Your richest

blessings during these holy days.

We pray through Him

whose birth we honor.

Amen.