Unfolding Light

          Many women were also there…
          they had followed Jesus from Galilee,
          ministering to him.
                       —Matthew 27.55

Powerful forces, aligned with a tyrant,
seem to crush the bugs of love.
But the women, though overpowered,
are not overwhelmed.
They take action. They minister.
They do not expect to win,
but they stay faithful
to their outlaw sovereign,
the king of love.

There is no triumph,
only tragedy and sorrow.
This story will end badly.
But they have seen that death,
as of a grain of wheat, is transformation.
Even in their deepest loss,
their own kind of death,
they stay faithful, stay present.
For somehow, even here
in the face of evil, so does love.
Standing with them in this story
we know what they are about to discover:
this is not a story of victory,
but of resurrection.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “She bought it so that she might keep it
             for the day of my burial.”
                        —John 12.7

Mary knew.
She who had seen Jesus weep at the tomb,
who knew the coming of death like rain,
she knew.
She who had found salvation
not in a conqueror but a companion,
even in deepest suffering, she knew.
She who had see his hands tremble
at the tomb, who had watched him
make sure death was not the last, she knew.
Imagine seeing him as she did,
everything in the light
of his gathering death:
all of his words, his miracles,
the acts of a doomed man,
approaching his death with love.
Mary had no words,
knowing the scorn that would come;
but only acts,
which could not be refuted,
a tender touch, intimate,
honoring, loving, serving, mourning.
Then he, too, would pass this grace along
and wash and wipe dear feet,
for buried in her love,
he knew.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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We wave our palms at the foot of the cross.
We sing of our delight, with such despair.
Joyous, we are grateful, and we worship you.
Brokenhearted, we confess
we crucify you, and we repent.
We clutch our palms as you bear the cross.
Swept up, we join each procession.
This is our song of mixed emotions,
our mixed motives, our mixed-up lives,
mixed with your grace.
“Hosanna,” we cry. “Save us!”

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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The tattered little man rides his donkey,
as if a king.
Onlookers humor us. “Hail!,” they laugh,
pouring another beer.
He is the farthest from their minds.

But he is not far from their hearts.
He is there, calmly enduring our evil,
the raggedy dreamer
peacefully overpowering the world’s deep sickness.
He is there, enthroned in our broken depths,
his spirit rising in the worst of us,
smiling, with light in his eyes.
He is there, laughable,
standing firm amidst all that is wrong with the world,
still loving, still undefeated.
Nothing, not the most powerful armies
or heartless tyrants, nor the most profound evil
or the forces of death itself, can stop him
from putting an arm around your shoulder.

This is his reign, our ridiculous king,
still wounded, bearing his cross,
still rising from the grave,
raising us out of ours,
defeating our evil before we begin,
conferring upon us by divine decree
his perfect, gentle blessing,
giving us life that nothing can conquer
and—if we will receive it—
the grace to be faithful subjects
in his miraculous domain.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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         By a perversion of justice
                  he was taken away.
                           —Isaiah 53.8


Don’t blame the cross on God,
on some crazed deity’s scheme
to sell forgiveness for blood.
That’s a lie.
Jesus’ death wasn’t God’s plan:
it was ours.

This is the story of our fear,
and fear’s depravity and violence.
It’s the story of how we judge,
and think we can,
the portrait of fear’s only hands and feet:
curses, weapons, prisons, blood.
Forget your wearable crucifixes:
this is every rape and lynching,
every put-down, every beating,
every authoritarian act.
Look at the news: it’s that.

And it’s the story of another way, God’s way,
God’s unfailing love toward us,
and the Way God invites us to follow,
to thread all this brutality
with gentleness and blessing.

Notice the Two Ways.
Be astounded either way.
Make your choice.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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        Out of the depths I cry to you, O God.
                         —Psalm 130.1

I am searching for a mouth
          to speak my sadness.

I am looking everywhere for a throat
          to carry my song.

I am seeking a language
          with words for my longing.

So badly I need a heart
          to hold this love.

What will bear it?
          What will do?

Only the Body of the Beloved,
          the faithful through the ages,

the ancestors, all beings—
          the body of the whole of the universe.

I am searching you, Beloved,
          listening, open,

for you will be my speaking,
          my heart, my going forward.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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          You are not in the flesh; you are in the Spirit,
          since the Spirit of God dwells in you.
                       —Romans 8.9

Flesh and spirit are not two separate things;
they are both good; they are both physically real.
God’s Spirit dwells in your good flesh.
Paul is speaking of two ways of seeing yourself:
as contained in and limited to your flesh;
or as one with all living beings,
a cell in the Body of Christ,
all made alive by one Spirit.
If you think you are an astronaut in your little suit,
floating alone in space, well, good luck with that.
You’re doomed by your finitude and mortality.
(This will make you afraid, resentful and selfish.)
In reality “you” are not just you alone,
but you-all, all of us, all of life,
given life that is not bound by your flesh,
but is infinite, and glorious, and shared.
We continually slip back into the illusion of our separateness.
Repentance is the moment-by-moment work
of re-membering, returning to our true selves
as members of the Body, in its power and unity
and mysterious unkillableness.
Your flesh is the creek God flows through.
From this spring flows humility, courage, and compassion.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          God said to me, “Mortal, can these bones live?”
          I answered, “O God, you know.”
          Then God said to me, “Prophesy to these bones…”
                                         —Ezekiel 37.3-4

Your calling is not to know
but to proclaim, to give hope to the bones.

You are the answer to your own longing:
the power within you to live as a sign.

You do not know the outcome, only that
you have been given as a symbol of hope.

Hope is not wishing for a preferred future
but acting on your trust in the face of the mystery.

You are an icon of a grace
you yourself do not understand.

This is not for your sake, but for the bones
that need to hear. Prophesy.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          “Lazarus, come out!”
                    —John 11.43

Something in you has died.
It happens all the time.
Something you clung to,
something beloved.
Maybe a hope, a memory, a gift,
a time, a power, a blessing….

It is no longer.
Jesus didn’t save it.
It’s really gone.
It stinks.

Too late for miracles,
you let it go.
You grieve the loss.

Then
somehow—
only after those tears,
that absence,
that hopelessness—
a voice calls,
“Come out!”

And out of that death,
that loss,
that emptiness,
a mystery comes,
alive.

Even now, then, attend:
what is being called?

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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               After having heard that Lazarus was ill,
               he stayed two days longer in the place where he was.
                                     —John 11.6

Maybe he knew he couldn’t keep his friend safe,
or protect even his loved ones from the reality of death.
Maybe he stayed to remind himself.

Sure enough, when he arrived, both sisters cried,
“If you’d been here Lazarus wouldn’t have died.”
But he would have. We all do.

Oh, how we want God to quell the germ,
deflect the bullet, guide the tires.
Life, a marble rolling safely down a track.

Instead, we pray that we be open
to the intimate presence of the Beloved
even in our trials and suffering.

Maybe the grace of God
is not a shield that protects us from all harm
but an energy that changes everything.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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