Category: Reflections

To honor the Sabbath is not just to take the day,
but to honor the holiness of open time,
pausing, holding your hands empty of all but God.

Empty your time: give room for God to act,
for grace to enter, for wonder to surprise,
for what is becoming to become.

Vacate your importance. Sweep clean
the world’s dependence on you. Accomplish
nothing; make room for the infinite Unseen.

Even amid the cries of the world and the fireworks
of Pentecost, you can step aside and be still.
Others will sing while you take a breath.

The greatest sign of hope is to act for love;
the second greatest is to let God. Vacate,
take sabbath, and the emptiness will be divine.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Pentecost gets us all fired up to speak…
but the world is aching for us to listen.
The miracle of Pentecost likely began
in the disciples listening to the heart-cries
of those gathered around them.

How many souls are silenced?
A story that’s never been told,
a song that’s never been heard all the way through.
A voice in so many languages, none of them words.

The cries from the crib of one’s soul, unheard,
can fester, become anger, become taunts.
But deep listening is good soul soil.
The cries of the oppressed are a powerful good:
they listen, and know their own song.

Neither correcting nor congratulating,
but purely listening, creating a nest
where another’s heart may shelter,
offering the gift of being tended to,
ties the thread the world is made of.

It may seem you are doing nothing,
but in your listening
the bright flame of Pentecost quietly burns.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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             One who believes in me
             will also do the works that I do
             and, in fact, will do greater works than these.
                                      —John 14.12


Dear one, I have given you light.
It takes courage to hold the fire,
but courage I have also given you.

Do not be afraid.
I have given you an inextinguishable flame.
People can hurt you,
but they can’t harm the light.
Darkness is powerless against light;
it can’t help but welcome it.
Even in the deepest night love abides.

In the darkness it is me
you hold in your hands, radiant;
and I am also the darkness.
If you are beset, I am with you.
When you are alone, I am in you.
The mystery at the center of your soul
is an eternal flame.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             And how is it that we hear, each of us,
             in our own native language?
                                      —Acts 2.8

I crave chocolate, but that doesn’t matter.
Years ago my wife craved carrots.
She ate so many her skin turned orange.
We found out it was because her body
really craved beta carotene
because she had cancer. (She lived.)

Sometimes we hear what we want to hear,
and un-hear or mis-hear the rest.
But maybe on Pentecost they heard
because it was something they knew they needed,
something their soul, not just their ego, craved.
Not just a treat, but life.

Sometimes we crave chocolate from God,
hoping to hear what we want.
But deeper, trickier, more silent,
sometimes even more foreign sounding,
is the real Word that we crave.
Your deepest craving is probably true.

Imagine that we are given
not just what people think they want,
but what their souls most deeply crave,
and we are give the power to share it,
so they hear, in their own language,
the grace of God.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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We were sitting around talking
about how he loved us,
when it flared up in us—not a memory,
but inward fire, the love itself,
like a mother’s love that drives her
into a burning house to save her children—
his love, this unbidden passion
for the world, flamed up in us
and drove us into the streets
to seek the stranger, to embrace
the foreigner, and to speak—
how to convey it?—this love
for all who’d been told
they were outsiders,
in languages not our own:
locked doors opened,
fruit placed in their mouths,
hands laid on their shoulders,
belonging nested in the crib
of their hearts. Homecoming.
That day there were no strangers.
We were all kin, all learning
how to listen together for the first time
to this mystery rising up to greet us
in each other, all of us losing
our tongues for the language of God.
Then we knew that fire Jesus had
had not been put out:
it was in us, now, spreading, yes, actually,
like wildfire.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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         “The glory that you have given me
         I have given them.”
                           —John 17.22

God has given you the same glory God gives Christ.
You are not created in error or failure, but in glory.
God’s glory shines in you. God is not served
when you dismiss God’s work, or dishonor the light.

Beneath the grime of our judgments, the slop
and crud of our feelings, invisible even
to the person themselves, is a great magnificence,
humble, often lonely, yearning to be seen.

God’s glory shines in everyone, in every child,
in the demented curmudgeon, the strung-out addict,
the convict and the executioner, and most of all
in the person you meet next. Do you see it?

Like an antique dealer looking past the dust,
a mother loving her child beneath the stains,
learn to see as God, with eyes for glory.
Seeing so will make your own eyes brighter.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Yes, child, I hear you.
I know your suffering.
I know because I am in you, suffering.
And no, it is not fair.
But then, nothing is fair.
I did not create “fair.”
I did not create “deserving.”
You all did.
I created only being—
and, because it is mine, it is being Beloved.
You wonder if I’m here,
listening, responding.
Remember when you fell,
and your mommy held you?
Remember her love,
and how it comforted you
and made it better?
I don’t manage the world.
I don’t push things around,
not bullets or germs or people.
But I love you.
I won’t save you from life’s hurts,
even the awful ones.
But I am here, holding you.
With all my heart I want your wholeness,
and even now in ways you can’t see
healing is happening in your body and soul,
and in the world.
That is me. That is my love.
My dear one, I hear you.
I pray to you, to trust me.
I am holding you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Abandon your thoughts of thoughts or feelings,
the moods that come and go.

Hope is a practice, an act you can do
even as you mourn, or regret, or dread.

Hope is an act of trust, regardless
of what the future may hold,

trust in the gravity of grace,
the life that sings in all things:

the arctic tern facing an ocean
who lifts her wings, and goes,

the stream that unfurls through the woods,
the roots that reach and curl around stones,

the earth that circles around the sun
one more time, and one more again.

The child who turns to her mother.
The hand of the Healer on every torn thing.

Hope is not wishing but acting.
Birthing. Planting. Getting up.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             He was lifted up,
             and a cloud took him out of their sight.
                                      —Acts 1.9

Heaven is not up, but in.
It’s the heart of things.
That’s where God is.

Jesus was pure love,
the love of God made flesh.
He was resurrected
not as an individual,
but as a community.
We’re his risen body.

The angels at his tomb said “He is not here.”
He is not in any “here;”
he is in us, each of us,
and all of us together.
When Jesus was raised
and came to the disciples
it was not to prove a point,
but to give them his spirit,
so we could be the living body
of the risen Christ.

When he “ascended”
it doesn’t mean he literally
floated up into the sky.
It means he dissolved into us,
like salt dissolving into the soup.
Christ, the love of God made flesh,
is now in us.
We are witnesses—we are the evidence—
of resurrection.
Go.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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             They asked him, “Boss, is this the time
             when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?”
             He replied, “It is not for you to know…
             But you will receive power
             when the Holy Spirit has come upon you,
             and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem,
             in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
                         —Acts 1.6-8

God, will you please restore democracy now?
Just grab the remote and select the scene
and start at the happy ending, OK?

Nope. No skipping ahead,
no distraction gazing at a future that isn’t here.
Stop wishing.

And stop thinking politics will save you.
God will not jump in, align with any party,
occupy any office. God is love, not a fixer.

God pours power into us, the fire of love.
We are witnesses to that love. There is no plan,
no platform, just this passion for the world.

Even when times are dire (yes, the temple
will soon fall) our only power is love.
But it wakens crowds, turns ships.

Out we go, outward and ever outward,
aflame with tender mercy, beyond all boundaries
till they are no more, and there is only love.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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