Month: October 2014

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

        
                  
The trees, red and golden,
spend their leaves, all of them.

        *

Dear God, I give myself to you.
My identity, my power, my choices are yours.
My awareness, my prayers, my attitude I give to you.
My passions, my energy, my purpose I hand over.
My time, my distractions, my aims I place in your hands.
My fear is yours, my anger, my despair, my pain.
My powerlessness is yours, and my weakness,
all that is not right in me, and even my inability
to pray this prayer. All is yours this day.

        *

The geese on the pond, traveling through,
open the wings of their prayer books
and lay their entire weight
in the palm of the air.

Deep Blessings
Pastor Steve
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O Loving Mystery,
you come to me
in voices I had not heard,
colors I hadn’t noticed,
kinds I hadn’t treasured.

A conversation
with a stranger on the road,
an invitation waiting close by
in a foreign language,
a moment shared
across the unbridgeable gulf.

Something deep within touches,
this secret companionship,
this opening you offer,
this island of belonging.

These are not merely charms
for my bracelet
but you
sewing the world together.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

         
                  
Some people count on big words
but I’m mindful of the little ones.

Some count on from;
I like to.

Some make whole religions
out of ought and unless.

I trust in anyway.
I live by in.

Some see the world as or.
I see an and.

Some people’s god is The.
Mine is You.

I give myself to this,
to one,
to with.

Some prayers are long and wordy.
Mine:

You are.

.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         They asked, “Is it lawful to pay taxes to the emperor, or not?” he said, “Show me the coin used for the tax.” They brought him a denarius. He said, “Whose image is this?” They answered, “The emperor’s.” He said, “Give therefore to the emperor the things that are the emperor’s… and to God the things that are God’s.”
                  —Matthew 22.19-21

The coin, stamped with the emperor’s image,
is the emperor’s.
Give it to the emperor.

And I, made in your image, God,
are yours.
I give myself to you.

What will it mean
to give myself to you today?
How might I drop the coin of my life
into your open hand,
each moment again,
to give myself away
for you to spend
as you please?

I give myself to you.

         
         

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         “My presence will go with you,
                  and I will give you rest….
         I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious,
                  and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy….
         You cannot see my face;
                  you may see my back, but my face shall not be seen.”
                           —from Exodus 33.14-23

You,

more present than I can see or feel,
more gracious than I can understand,
more loving than makes sense.

I rest from needing to know,
I rest from having to believe,
I rest even from faith and from wisdom.

I see enough.
I receive enough.
You are here, more than enough,
pure goodness, more than enough.

      
         

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         
                 
O God, my golden calf is my self:
this “me” that I worship and defend,
the self that controls me,
that I serve above all other gods.
I am my own highest power.

I am obsessed with how I appear to myself,
to others, and especially to the God I imagine,
who is a projection of my self.
My religion is being good enough,
either smug that I am or despairing that I’m not,
always desperately trying to be.

I can’t crush the idol and be done with it.
Every day I face the idol of my self,
what it wants, how it thinks, how it moves me.
Only You can set me free.

O Love, set me free. Lead me out of Egypt.
I surrender my self and my captivity to it.
I turn my heart to You and your steady love.
I let your love set my course, guide me, move me.
I step out of myself and come to you
as your Beloved, helpless and adoring as an infant.

I am a beam of your love.
Apart from you I am nothing, but in you I am light.
Your love is my constant, my all, my life.
Your love is the very stuff of my self.
My self is not an image of me, but of you:
I am the image of your love,
fashioned by you,
alive in this world by your grace.
You alone are my God.
You Are.
You.

         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         The people gathered around Aaron, and said to him,
         “Come, make gods for us, who shall go before us.”
                  —Exodus 32.1

We tire of believing in a God so slippery,
a Lover so invisible,
so we make little ones
that we can set somewhere and not lose.

The golden calf of being busy.
The idol of producing.
The image of conforming.
The little god of being right.

We worship the god of having things under control.
We bow down to the idol of understanding things.
We give our gold to fashion the calf of being liked.
We adore the image of a happy, easy life.

Forgive us, God.
Take away our golden idols
that have so spectacularly failed us
and give us yourself instead.

Teach us to repent with each breath.
Help us to let go and trust
your Mystery, your Presence,
your Infinity, your Love.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
          The servants went out into the streets
          and gathered all whom they found,
          both good and bad;
          so the wedding hall was filled with guests.
                    —Matthew 22.10      

The poison ivy in the woods this morning was lovely.
The fall colors sparkled after last night’s bath,
the rocks and trees glistened,
everything shone. Especially the poison ivy.
At the divine wedding banquet,
the feast of love and faithfulness,
everyone is invited.

The Creator knows each one’s sacred worth and beauty,
the venomous snake, the innocent mosquito.
Even the hurtful ones belong.

At the feast, one who isn’t dressed to celebrate,
not ready to dine with “those people,”
or feeling unworthy to wear your finest,
will miss out.
Wear a party dress, not a judge’s robe.

In the lovely woods of human society everyone shines,
everyone belongs, both good and bad.
Come to the table.

         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         
                  
Perhaps you are the empty piece of paper.
Perhaps you are the pen.

Maybe you are the listening,
the silence ready to bloom.

A tree with open branches
waits for the bird.

The poet walks on beaches,
searching for the word.

She watches someone coming
in a little wooden boat.

Her body is not set aside, but still,
and also a shoreline, also a boat.

The sea awaits what she will hear,
like her opening over and over.

Her waiting is her love,
and what the blue dawn has to say.

The letter is full of the lover
and the beloved.

The rain is already falling
but hasn’t yet arrived.

The word, still unrevealed,
is in the air.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         

                  

Today beauty will haunt me

prayer will seek me

justice will need me

love will weave me

joy will find me.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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