Forgive the ways we seek to dominate and do harm, O Christ.
You came in poverty, showing that true value and beauty are not in currencies and commodities, but in the unexpected readiness of people to share boldly and care richly.
Forgive, O Christ, our obsession with amassing wealth, and our reluctance to give what we have to those with great needs.
You were not offered a place in the inn, and you were later shunned in your own home, yet you extended extravagant welcome to all – those who were known and loved; those who were judged and shunned.
O Christ, forgive our hypocrisy, when we cherish the comforts of home and community, but refuse hospitality to others.
You were targeted as a small child; you were scorned as you taught and healed; you died upon the most gruesome invention of brutality, yet you did not respond in kind. You did not aspire to destroy your enemies; you showed the path of peace, and you give hope for a future beyond violence.
Forgive our lust for repayment and reprisal, O Christ; extinguish our hate, and show us the kingdom of heaven, we pray. Amen.