Month: January 2016

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         You shall no more be termed Forsaken,
                  and your land shall no more be termed Desolate;
         but you shall be called My Delight Is in Her,
                  and your land Married;
         for the Beloved delights in you,
                  and your land shall be married.
         For as a young man marries a young woman,
                  so shall your builder marry you,
         and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
                  so shall your God rejoice over you.
                           —Isaiah 62.4-5

We say of those who are difficult
that you have to love them
but you don’t have to like them.

But God actually likes you.
The Holy One is delighted with you,
the Source of your life takes pleasure in you.

God is not a Patron but a Lover.
You give God joy simply by being you.
You can do nothing to change this.

Your Heavenly Lover stays with you,
because she wants to,
pursues you because she desires you.

Today how might you direct your steps
to be most open to share God’s joy,
to let the Passionate One dance with you?

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Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Beloved,
you make the water of my life into wine,
my ordinary into your holy.

You request miracles of me
the moment before I know I’m ready.

What was for purification of uncleanness
you make into celebration of beauty.

You change my despair to gratitude
in secret, my dark certainty to wonder.

You make this life into a wedding feast,
my faithful marriage to the Holy One.

Always you turn piety into a party.
And always the best is yet to come.

This wine is not for discussion.
It’s to drink. It’s good. It’s really good.

Let’s dance.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Even on a perfectly still morning,
nothing moving,
trees frozen into the ground,
sky frozen to itself,
still, (how is this?)
here you are,
burgeoning into being,
the roaring sun
silent between the trees,
(everyone I meet, your blossoming!)
what is only just becoming
humming in becoming,
(the more still I am
the more vibrant it is)
everything thrumming with you
and the silence of your delight,
your anticipation
of what even you,
even now,
are just discovering,
—oh look!—
just becoming.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
Today the wisdom I pray for
is no more than to pay attention,
the wisdom of unknowing,

to listen like the earth
listens to the rain,

to notice and attend
to the smallest bird of you,
the faintest whiff of you,

not to stare at the ground
but to look up,

to hear your silence
shining
in what is almost said,

hidden, almost,
in every one,

to be as open as a lover
to your presence.

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Weather Report

Clearing,
though partly clouded,
as a calm air of attentiveness
burns through
the a mass of preoccupations
obscuring visibility.
Highs near wonder.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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          Now when all the people were baptized,                  and when Jesus also had been baptized
                  and was praying,
         the heaven was opened,
                  and the Holy Spirit descended upon him
                  in bodily form like a dove.
         And a voice came from heaven,
                  “You are my Son, the Beloved;
                  with you I am well pleased.”
                           —Luke 3.21-22

Chosen One, Beloved,
born of the water of Creation,
the river of a woman,

immersed in God,
plunged in human being:
submerge yourself in me.

Healing river of Christ,
wash over me,
flow in me.

Life-giving breath of God,
wind of first Creation,
breathe in me.

Holy flame of Spirit,
fire of love and justice,
burn in me.

Opening of heaven,
dove of light,
voice of mercy, speak:

“You are my child.
You are my Beloved.
With you I am well pleased.”

Send me on your wind,
flow me as you river,
breathe me into the world,

to love mercy,
to do justice,
to walk humbly with you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
After the glut of sparkle and sentiment,
all that heavy gold and glory,
it’s kind of a relief to return
to an orderly house, a clean mantle,
a blue and white shirt, the regular dishes.

The world is plain, snow is crusted,
trees more bare than in November.
The marsh like the underside of a carpet,
the cattails bland and spent.
The asphalt road has nothing to say,
the gray sky shrugs and says, “Ditto.”

God stands there,
hands in the pockets of a drab jacket,
gazing at the brook’s blank of ice,
says, “Yeah, I like to hang out here.
It’s relaxing. Clears my head.”

I come home to a quiet house,
refrigerator humming. This too is holy.
I sit on the couch, gaze out at the yard.
“Huh,” I say. “What do you know?
Pockets.”

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
I suppose it would have been no different
had I followed a star with kings or philosophers,
consulted the heavens and the emperor.

I would have finally found an ordinary house
in a little hill town with a kid and his mom.
I still would have paused and wondered

if this were really the One, but then
not by the star overhead but the light within
wouldn’t I have known anyway?

So it was that I saw her, maybe forty something,
in the third aisle, comparing red and kidney beans,
no star above us but the cluttered grocery ceiling,

but the heavenly eye in me suddenly awakened,
the treasure chest in my chest slid open
by no wisdom of my own, and I saw, I saw

the Near One, the Beloved, the Shepherding Presence,
here, in this one, now, radiant and divine
in her perfect unknowing being,

God coming to flesh in unmistakable anonymity,
as only God always does, indivisibly near,
in the holiness of the real her of her, and of all of us,

how hidden in the heart of things,
how invisible and fleeting the light,
how dependable.

And without any more sure sign than that
I was changed, in numinous company,
and I went home by another road.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
Twelve days is more than enough,
don’t you think?
We’re clearly done with it now.
We glitter it up, the startling birth,
costuming the unsettling nearness,
the marriage of dark and light,
the whelming, the danger.
We do our best to confine
the infinite ardor to the singular night,
the little manger.
As if the journey to Bethlehem,
or the cross, is longer than afterward.
As if love or an open grave
would only last a moment.
Twelve days seems long now,
even for the undoing of our kingdoms.

Now we can move on, can’t we?—
pretending to be sad as we return
to our accustomed darkness,
packing the stars away in boxes
somewhere in the basement of us
where still, all year,
they shine.

But here on the bus
don’t I hear angels?

On this drab morning
at the office
isn’t that you
breathing me,
curling around me like fog,
like morning,
like light?

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Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
Sometimes when you fall in love
you plan your journeys with sly intent,
the clever happenstance, over and over
until the chance encounter.

Sometimes when you fall in love
you abandon all your absolutes,
leap from the porch
and follow the Beloved.
“Where are you going?” they panic.
But you know.

Closer.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
A blessed eighth day of Christmas to you,
the eighth day of Creation.
God is not a retired Creator, you know:
God is still active, still creating.
The Holy One breathes you into being
with each breath, creates you new.
You start today.
All your sins and shortcomings are forgiven,
all your accomplishments
are now simply part of your new story.

God is incarnate in the world,
grace emerging as flesh.
Are you a spiritual being
now entering the physical world…
or a physical being entering the spiritual?

The new year
will bring you abundant grace.
Trust it.

Enter,
you and all the world.
Begin now.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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