The turning

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         
         Whoever comes to me
         and does not hate father and mother,
                  wife and children, brothers and sisters,
                  yes, and even life itself,
         cannot be my disciple

                  —Luke 14.26

From the tug and tangle of family,
the arms and laps, the hugs and slaps,
the blessed hooks and havens, you must go.
The comedies and tragedies of mistaken identity,
the cages and pedestals you must quit.
Your first love, your deepest loyalty,
your honor’s fountain you must abandon.
Leave them, your family since you were born,
for another you’ve had even longer.

To serve God and horrify your mother,
to obey your calling and not your father,
to turn from your beloved to the Beloved,
to claim the earth as your children,
to cut that umbilical knot,
this is how you are born.
Until you can betray their will for God’s
you have none of your own.

Beyond the temple, the cradle, the table,
the monument on the battlefield
that says who you are, you must go.
Go to the top of the hill where the path splits,
and choose a harsher grief,
a deeper belonging, a wider freedom.
Only turning on the hill,
walking down the far side unseen
can you come to yourself, come to God,
come to those you love in love.

         

         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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August 31, 2016  Leave a comment

Apology, no apology

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         

For being hurtful or thoughtless,
you should apologize.
For having your opinions or feelings,
you should not apologize.

When your fear or racism or selfishness
fly unchecked, apologize.
When you hurt someone—
even unintentionally—
apologize.
When you do your best and you fail,
when you are honest
and others are uncomfortable,
when you disagree and people are upset,
do not apologize.

Apologize for being hurtful.
Don’t apologize for being who you are.

 

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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August 30, 2016  Leave a comment

Above the ground

      
         
                  
Above the ground after a brief silence
they resume their war
before they are even out of the graveyard,
climbing over each other
trying to save their own lives,
clawing at some unseen soil above them,

while beneath he rests in peace,
where, after all, we each long to be,
borne to our resting ground,
cherished and at peace,
soon and very soon.

Could I slip beneath the grass
of my battlefields and travel there?
Can I find a way to live
without that combat,
rest without that death,
to grant to the wicked
the eternal peace of the living?

God, bury me
beneath the feet of my anxieties.
Let them go on without me, arguing.
Let me be a ghost of grace,
untroubled, unbound,
interred in love.

         
         

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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August 29, 2016  Leave a comment

Rose

         
Holy One, Divine Lover,
I am your image.
Your glory, your love,
your life, your grace
is folded up in me
a thousand times
and this, my life,
is your unfolding
like a rose.
Each day your beauty emerges,
each moment your light unfolds
in me.
I honor this mystery. I trust it.
I give thanks,
that even in ugly places
you unfold your beauty in me,
each breath one of the infinite
petals of God.

In the rose garden of God
I marvel at the variety.
I walk with gentle wonder.
I give thanks
that in each of us
you give yourself
to all of us.

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August 26, 2016  Leave a comment

No deposit, no return

         
         When you give a banquet, invite the poor,
                  the disabled, the afflicted, and the blind.
         You will be blessed,
                  because they cannot repay you.

                           —Luke 14.13-14

God, I give you myself,
without expecting return.
It is not about me.
Let my gifts and generosity,
my love and service
disappear into the world.
I let go of them
without demand of how they are spent.
I give my humility and forgiveness
without expectation of how they are received.
I give my faith, I give my love
without regard to what it gets me.
I love your Beloved,
even the needy or troubling,
for their sake, not mine.
There is no exchange.
I give my life
and come home empty handed,
home to you.

         

         
         

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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August 25, 2016  Leave a comment

Meet the given day

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
I paddled a small boat
through wind and waves in the open sea,
the wind wanting to wipe me sideways,
waves lurching me about,
the constant pressing, the effort,
the all aloneness of it,
a little dot in an ocean wide of green,
the struggle so welcome, so satisfying,

because I was there.

I have climbed mountains and hiked deserts,
raised children and journeyed through a marriage
simply to be there.

You have swung the hammer, sewed the seams,
taken the bus, changed the diapers,
recovered from the illness, done the time.
You run races, you wash dishes,
you row your body through its failings,
you work the work of youth or of aging,
you put your shoulder to it.
Even in prayer’s stillness
you go the distance.

This is the holy pilgrimage:
to meet the given day.
You give yourself to this moment as it is,
hand to hand, all in,
and beyond all accomplishment
you are given the gift
of this life.
You come home with salt in your hair
and a whole wide sea in your heart.
      

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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August 24, 2016  Leave a comment

Place of honor

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         
         When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet,
         do not sit down at the place of honor,
         in case someone more distinguished than you
         has been invited by your host.

                  —Luke 14.8

Don’t think poorly of yourself; that’s not it.
Remember you are God’s Beloved,
in whom God is delighted.
And in humility remember the same of others.
God has no hierarchy, no preferences, only love.

Be aware of the supremacy you internalize,
assuming for yourself a higher place
because you are white or male or not crazy,
in all the ways we favor and judge.
Resolve this day to meet everyone knowing
they are as honored as you or anyone you honor.
In your heart and mind give them the place of honor.
For it is only in giving honor that we receive it.

Notice the thousand ways we sort and rank,
the ways we assign goodness and privilege,
the hierarchies we imagine into being.
Defy them.
At God’s table royalty and outcast sit side by side
and are indistinguishable.
Spend your life at that table
and become indistinguishable from God.

         

         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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August 23, 2016  Leave a comment

Don’t come back soon

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         
Back from a week in a cabin on the coast of Maine, I’m all slowed down. The thing now is to not jump back up into fifth gear and start hurrying and fretting and multitasking and plowing all night long. Don’t come back from vacation and fill up with stuff. Stay a little vacant. Keep the empty place. Stay slow. Keep paying attention, keep being deeply present.

The thing as I rise from prayer is to stay in prayer. The purpose of prayer, or vacation, or sabbath, or sleep, is not just to come up for air so you can go back into the fray but also to slow yourself down so what you go back into isn’t a fray. Even when things around you are chaotic, you can be at peace. Even when others are panicking and hurrying and demanding, or when they aren’t doing anything at all and it’s all falling to you, even when the house is afire and you have to move quickly, you can stay rooted. You can do one thing at a time. Even when you’re not at your prayers you can still be in prayer.

Go on vacation, or into prayer, or on sabbath, early and often. Go there now. And don’t come back soon.          

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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August 22, 2016  Leave a comment

Pieces

      

When we die
maybe we all come rushing together with joy
with pieces of each other
that we’ve had all along,
exchanging treasures,
so happy to see each other,
to find ourselves
again.

So,
why do we wait?

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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August 13, 2016  Leave a comment

Floating in the north Atlantic

         
Floating here
some three thousand miles off Portugal
I hang in your green,
breath held, limbs still,
ears just under water,
feet pointing down into mystery.
The sea in my veins
is so close to you,
blood of the planet I throb in.
In your silence I feel the crashing
of waves in my heartbeat,
the wind in and out
when I come up to breathe.
It may look just barely
but I feel so alive.
You have no ill will
yet I know if I breathe wrong
you will take me.
This far north your hands are cold,
your lips are cold.
Still I float in your womb
and you say
“I will hold you.”
Sitting in my umbilical prayers I hear you.
Mountains and deserts say this, too.
And beside a little white church
on a North Dakota prairie
a plot of ground,
surrounded by family names,
says as well,
“I will hold you.”
I hear you.
I hang here in this green moment.

        
                 

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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August 12, 2016  Leave a comment

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