You have chosen your servant, Bishop Sweeney, to be a shepherd of your flock. Give him a spirit of courage and right judgement, a spirit of knowledge and love.
These months can be harsh and hazardous, but they’re also an opportunity to contemplate anew the unrepeatable beauty of God’s creation. If he so loves and carefully crafts each of the one septillion snow crystals that fall through the air each winter, how much more does he love and craft each one of us, the creatures who bear his very image and likeness?