Month: May 2014

You, the voice that I know
because you know me,

because you call me by my name,
the unsaid name you gave me,

voice of silence, speak.
Utter me into myself.

Shepherd of my soul,
lead me into my body.

Lead this kept sheep
out of my want.

Through this death-shadowed valley
bring me with you.

I obediently follow
to perfect freedom.

Out of the sheepfold
comes a flock of love.

                              — May 9, 2014

 

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
There are a couple thousand of you. I only know a few.
But you whom I do know, I always think of you as I write,
sometimes quite individually. Some of you are thousands
of miles away, and I can’t know what your day was like
yesterday, what hopes or dreads awoke with you today.
But I close my eyes and think of you, and I write. And if I,
who am riddled with fears and desires and cowed by my
sad, desperate ego, can think of you even this little, how
much more the One who is closer to you than your blood,
who knows why the tears comes to your eyes before you
begin to feel, who loves you so madly as to surrender
the whole universe to be with you, even at your foulest—
how much more the Beloved holds you close, and does
nothing without the deepest mindfulness of you. How
much more lovingly the Beloved looks at you, turns the
page to a new day, smiling quietly, and begins to write.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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         The sheep follow
         because they know the shepherd’s voice.
                  —John 10.4

Ignore the hubbub within,
the sales pitches and the rants,
the thrilled anxiety of lurking disaster,
the voice of the displeased father,
the unhappy mother,
the fearful voices that remind you
how you should fit in and don’t,
what you have to do and can’t,
who you ought to be and won’t.

Don’t listen to that rush of that traffic,
the chanting of those crowds.

Listen beneath the clamor
to the quiet, gentle voice
of One who knows you,
who walks with you,
who accepts your pains
and cherishes your wondering
and bears your deepest longing,
who does not need for you to know
or believe or prove,
but honors who you are
and believes in who you are becoming.

Listen for the voice of One
who gives voice to you when you cannot,
who loves you for your sake alone,
yet gathers you into a blessed flock,
the quiet voice that rises from deep within,
as naturally as grass in springtime,
the sun in the morning,
the voice of love, not fear.

Listen for the voice of the Beloved
and follow that one alone
into this day,
into the gift of your life.
    

                  —May 7, 2014

 

Dry bunch grass. Sand.
No path, just wideness, and dirt.
Or narrowness, and shadows.
Rocks, rough, rough rocks.
No way, no way to see
the way.

Valley where death
is solid enough
to have a shadow.

You know me, and
this valley, and where
to find me in it.

Gentle shepherd,
I need your voice. I need
your quiet call. I need
your gentle going:
no drama, no crying out,
just walking,
soft footfall in barren soil.

I will follow.
I don’t see a path, can’t yet
make out the green pasture.
Just follow your feet
on rocky ground.
Just follow your voice.
It is so soft

it’s only here in the barrens
that I hear it.

Beloved,
As I travel among the suffering I always reach into my little golden bag of prayers that you give me and I give them one. They can’t always tell, but I can see that it makes a difference. Thank you for those prayers. The wonderful thing is, they never run out. Isn’t that cool?

Give my love to everyone there.

Love,
God.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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While they were walking along, talking,
Jesus himself came near and went with them,
but their eyes were kept from recognizing him.

Beloved, you have walked with us in our journeys.
Help us to trust your presence, even when we cannot see.

They stood still and looked sad.
He asked them, “What things are you discussing?”

You have entered into our sorrows.
We thank you for your healing.

He interpreted to them the scriptures.

So much in our lives does not make sense
except in light of your loving presence.
Give us wisdom rooted in your grace.

They urged him to stay.

Something in us desires you,
reaches out for you, invites you in.
Come, enter, and share the bread of this life.

He took bread, blessed, it broke it, and gave it to them.

Bless our lives with your gratitude,
your faithful, unseen presence
and your loving purpose,
gather us into your Body,
break our hearts for the world,
and give us to your children in hope and joy.
 

         You have been born anew,
         not of perishable but of imperishable seed,
         through the living and enduring word of God.
                  —1 Peter 1.23

Our one-month old grandson squirms and fidgets in my arms. He stares into space, not yet able to focus his eyes. He thrashes, not yet in control of his limbs. He burps and squawks and spits up, his digestive system not yet running smoothly. He can’t quite hold up his head yet, but he tries. This is all fairly exhausting, so he sleeps a lot. But not through the night. This sounds pretty chaotic and disorganized, but it’s perfect for a one-month old. Every moment his systems are getting organized, his abilities are improving, and his brain is growing, processing an incredible amount of ability and awareness. All this takes time. Meanwhile, he is as beautiful as can be.

It’s hard work being born anew. God has raised us from death— that’s the fun part that we can tell stories about in church. But then comes the hard work. We leave behind the old life, the habits and assumptions rooted in our old false fears, the coping tricks that we now see are not life-giving, the bound-up self-image, the grave clothes we still haven’t shed. “Unbind him,” Jesus said when Lazarus emerged from the tomb. It’s hard work. With God’s word living in us, we take on new habits, practice new skills, exercise new awareness, try and fail and try again to live in new ways. We learn to forgive ourselves for how awkward it often is. It’s perfect for a newborn.

So keep at it. Accept the hard work. Take intentional steps. As hard as it is, as often as you fail, you are held in God’s arms. You are cherished more than you can imagine. You are as beautiful as can be.