Creator of the stars of night,
your people's everlasting light,
O Christ, redeemer of us all,
we pray you hear us when we call.
I never looked forward to that night; in fact, I dreaded it. Growing up in north Florida, every summer I attended a week of church camp. One night each week, we'd sleep outside in the middle of Kelly Field. The mosquitoes were terrible. The horse flies were pretty bad, too. Sometimes it rained. For a city boy, it was just weird sleeping without a roof over my head. But those stars! Every year I was stunned again by their beauty.
During those nights, staring up at the stars, it was hard even to close my eyes. I hated to shut out the grandeur. My heart raced with the sight of them. Bugs and all, it was worth it.
O God, our maker, your creation shines in glory. Guide us this Advent as we seek your everlasting light. Amen.