Jesus, I confess: at times my doors are locked in fear.
You respect my defenses, yet you step through my fears and come to me.
You grant me your peace. You breathe your spirit into me, a Pentecost, a new birth.
You give me power to forgive, the choice to be free of other’s sins or to stay burdened by them.
You send me, as you are sent, to those who long for you but need to see and touch.
In your Spirit may I meet them as one who has felt the wounds of the world and still stands among them in love.
May Love be my Lord and my God. Give me courage, Jesus, to unlock those doors.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net