Story about a Christmas Prayer

I just read through a neat op-ed piece in the New York Times, by a woman who'd grown up in the Catholic church but had long since left it, but who nonetheless needed to say a prayer this Christmas.  It's a short but beautiful story of searching for a connection with God.  It certainly doesn't answer a lot of questions, and one wonders why she even wrote it, but it expresses a profound reality: "sometimes, out of nowhere, the spiritually confused can still come inside and kneel and feel their words might rise up and be heard."