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Lord, the disciples in the garden
of Gethsemane slept, presumably
lying there comfortably, while You
kept vigil, and You
reproached them for it, but
what if one of them wanted
to sleep but couldn't, could he be said
to have kept
vigil with You? Lord,
that is my case
this Christmas Eve.
I close my eyes
and want to sleep
but can't.
And that is my way.
I serve You,
when I do,
when I can't
do otherwise.

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