Category: Reflections

When everything falls apart around you,
do something kind.

When the weight of the world lies heavy on you,
do something kind.

When you doubt the reality of God,
do something kind.

When you feel without purpose,
do something kind.

You needn’t feel lovely about it,
just do it.

If it has no effect,
do something kind again.

As a kindness to yourself
reclaim your capacity for kindness.

Kindness is a match. Strike it.
It warms you, and the fire spreads.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          The priest said, “Do not prophesy against Israel,
                        and do not preach against the house of Isaac.”
          But Amos answered,
                       “God said to me, ‘Go, prophesy to my people.’”
                                                  —from Amos 7.10-17


A mirror that doesn’t hide things.
A GPS that doesn’t please you
but shows you where you are.
A teller of truth
with mercy but not apology.

To stand, even alone,
to be true to what I know to be true.
Unswayed by what I feel others might feel
about who I am, what I mean.
Willing to sit with that anxiety.

Not insisting how others see.
Willing to be wrong.
Listening, accepting, open,
yet also faithful, steadfast, unflinching.
A plumb line, true
to the gravity of God’s grace.

Yes, and a whole community of gentle truth,
bearing witness, standing firm,
being the good news
we wish we could explain.
All of us, even our disagreements,
twined, one plumb line.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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God, we thank you for our deficiencies,
and the blessings of all we lack.
We praise you that none of us is complete,
that we are all in need.
For by this grace we reach out to each other,
dependent on one another, and open,
woven together, need to hand, gift to heart.
Each has what another lacks,
and no one is free of reliance on their neighbors.
By your mercy instill in us such gratitude
that we may never belittle the gifts we are given,
the treasures we have to offer,
and the harmony that arises
from our blessed giving and receiving.
For those in need, we offer our generosity;
and for our own incompleteness we humbly give thanks,
and open our hands to those who provide for us.
Bless those who sustain us in our need,
and support us in our weakness.
May we do so for them.
Amen.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             Wanting to vindicate himself,
             he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
                                        —Luke 10.29

God is universally kind,
even, Jesus says, to the ungrateful and the wicked.

God asks us to love our neighbors.
Wanting to protect ourselves, we ask:
Who are our neighbors?
Meaning, of course: Who aren’t?

In Jesus’ parable the neighbor is the stranger, the outsider.
The Hebrew Bible says in one verse to love your neighbor—
and 36 times—36 times— it says to love the stranger.
Because you yourselves are strangers, not insiders.

Don’t look for “something to love” in one who is different.
Love them.
Love is not latching on to what we have in common,
or making us alike in some way,
but honoring one who is different.
Allowing them to stay different.
Honoring their being, not their condition.
Seeing God’s image in one who is unlike you.
Because they are God’s,
who is infinite,
and whose image in us is therefore of infinite variety,
and who loves us
who are so different from God,
who is “one of us,”
and also not.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Out beyond Eden it was also garden.
Still is. And we are still here.
The tangled roots of the Tree of Life
hold us, have never let us go.
Fruit trees gladly share with us,
the grasses embrace us,
the ocean bows at our feet,
forests lift their arms in prayer.
Currents of air and ocean swirl
like Vincent’s starry skies—
too much paint! too much energy!
too much color! wild, unleashed!—
all speaking the language
of beauty and overabundance.
Every creature has its part,
receives its blessing, offers its gift.
The toad is not ridiculed for its looks.
The slug is not accused of being lazy.
The worm is not thought of as lowly.
The crab with its little tweezer hands,
the woodpecker whacking away,
the desert scrub, the barnacles
waving their silly little fronds,
all find their food.
Every great predator contributes.
The lions are subject to the fleas.
Vines grow in Chernobyl,
blossoms, every year, at Auschwitz.
There are dragonflies.

The great power each is given
is not to dominate, or even to survive,
but to belong.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Beloved,
news of your sadness
will soon reach me
through the usual channels.
But I already know it.
I am the rain of your sorrow
before the clouds
even come to you.
My heart goes out to you
before I even hear your prayers.
Though you think me distant
I am right here,
in it.
I hold you and your grief
like my twin children.
In time I will bear you both
to a place of joy,
but now I am simply present,
though unseen, hidden
in your cries and questions,
in your silence.
My love, I am the emptiness
that holds you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Oh, Nation,
I salute you
and I chasten you,
land that I love
and lament:
your liberty and justice
for some and not others,
your innovation and energy
and slavery and genocide,
your high ideals
and your war-making,
your peace and your violence,
born of an idea
you can’t quite believe
and a shot heard round the world
that’s still shooting and shooting,
your spacious polluted skies,
your amber waves of
chemically treated grain,
your melting pot diversity
and fear of diversity,
your pride, your arrogance.
God shed his grace on thee,
for we are going to need it,
hard times coming,
if we are to see liberty and justice
for the rest of us.
Let the fireworks begin.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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              Whenever you enter a town
              and they do not welcome you,
              go out into its streets and say,
              ”Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet,
              we wipe off in protest against you.
              Yet know this: the realm of God has come near.”
                                       —Luke 10.10-11


This is opposition without polarization.
We disagree with you.
But we do not take your opposition personally.
We don’t separate ourselves from you,
nor you from the grace of God.
Something greater than our beliefs,
even our precious struggle for justice,
holds us all together, holds us near.
We are still members in common
in the realm of grace.
Even if you reject us, you are still included
in God’s love and blessing.
We aren’t merely preaching about the Realm of God;
we’re living it.
God be with you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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              “The dust of your town that clings to our feet,
              we wipe off in protest against you.”
                         —Luke 10.11

Here in your grace, God,
I wipe off the dust that has clung to me
from unpleasant encounters.
I do not need to take them personally:
the dirt of hurt feelings,
the smear of insults,
the slime of other people’s anger.
The grit of trauma, driven deep into my pores,
I wash clean. It is not me.
Even the dust of my own self-doubt
I wipe off.
Beneath the mud, beneath the stains,
I am whole and beautiful and capable.
I am blessed and beloved.
To other people’s bad energy,
God, help me be non-stick.
I’ll stick with your grace instead.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             “I am sending you out
             like lambs into the midst of wolves.”
                                      —Luke 10.3

My dear followers,
even as you bear blessing and goodwill,
you will enter unwelcoming places,
where they disdain compassion,
where they bully and harass.
You will not be respected, nor physically safe.
You will be shouted at, seized, detained, jailed.
When you resist evil, it will push back. But you will persevere.
You will learn to trust the grace that sends you,
the spirit who fills you, empowers you and accompanies you.
You will remember your belovedness
even as angry ones taunt you.
In the face of cruelty you will remain kind.
Beloved, you may be caught in a little eddy of evil
in the great River of Good, but the River flows on.
My dear little lambs, the wolves and their sharp teeth
may hurt you, but can’t reach your soul—can’t even find it.
They have only fear, but you have love and hope.
Do not be afraid to go among them; I go with you.
And in the end we will return whole.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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