Category: Reflections

           “ The Holy Spirit will come upon you,
                      and the power of the Most High will overshadow you;
            therefore the child to be born will be holy;
                      he will be called Son of God.”
                         —Luke 1.35

With Gabriel’s news the cosmic becomes personal.
Christ is coming—God is embodied— in a new way,
to transform the world,
and whatever that is, it is happening in you.
You are being asked to bear work that will have cosmic ripples.
What is that new act of Creation God is accomplishing in you?
What are signs of God’s new creating in your own heart and life?
Look into your soul. Like gazing into a starry sky,
it will require time for your eyes to adjust,
time for the stars to come out.
Give time and stillness to watch, to wait, to observe.
What holy mystery is the Spirit doing in you?
Wait, and wonder… and say Yes.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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           “You will conceive in your womb
           and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus.”
                         —Luke 1.31


God of love,
you have conceived your love in me.
Within me grows your grace, your glory,
your compassion for the world;
within me stirs your tender beauty.

Mary, come and help me.
Help me trust this miracle.
Let this be my prayer always:
“May it be for me according to your word.”

Mary, come and be my midwife.
Give me courage.
Through the labor, through the pain,
hold my hand.

God, help me deliver your love
into the world.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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So often it seems we are so in the mood for Christmas,
but then something awful happens
and it changes everything.
But this is backwards.
Difficulties are constant: awful things happen—
and then Christmas comes along and changes everything.

This is the reason for the season.
“Because these days are dark,” the Beloved says,
“I come to be with you.
I see the pain, the loneliness, the despair.
I feel already the splinters of the manger, the nails.
And—therefore— I have come to be with you.”

Don’t be afraid of the dark days, the broken days,
the hard days, the blank days.
This is where Christmas happens.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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           One is coming after me;
           I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandal.
                         —John 1.27

How to imagine one
who considers each of us infinitely worthy
to be even more worthy?

No mere saint or rock star,
more than a person,
the sap of all humanity
boiled down into the syrup of one person,
God poured into a human mold.
A huge bell tolling within us.

How do you welcome such a one into your life?
Groveling will not do.

Silence will.
Pay attention.
Kneel and observe a worm
until astonishment overtakes you.
Watch the human family with love
and amidst our babbling
listen for heaven’s voice.
Stand in the rain of the Beloved
and let it soak you.
Be still, and let the Mystery pour into your mold.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          Among you stands one
           whom you do not know.
                         —John 1.26

A flock of birds sits in every branch of a tree,
in the exact shape of the tree.
Beloved, we are the shape of you, unknown.

If only we knew
how deeply you are already here,
whispering in our ears,
slipping wisdom into our hearts
behind our backs,
walking through the days
sopping up the suffering
that would be so much worse
if we weren’t accompanied.
Our healing flows in your veins.
You are our continent.
You haunt us with mercy.
Unknown, you sustain us.
Teach us to trust what we cannot feel.

What we await is not your arrival
but our awakening.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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           They shall build up the ancient ruins…
                         —Isaiah 61.4

When you are surrounded by broken things,
when you find yourself in a barren place
of devastation and discouragement, take heart.
Blessed are you, for you have been sent by the Spirit
to do the work of love among ruins.
Blessed are you who mend the shattered,
who build up what’s been torn down.
Blessed are you who accompany the broken,
who stand with light and hope amid the rubble.

We don’t understand the stitching of wounded flesh,
the mystery that knits strands of death into life,
but in the splintered night you can hold the lamp,
you can bear, or at least bear witness to the love
that makes whole, that creates again,
that makes of these disappointed pieces
a new thing of beauty and glory.
The mystery is hidden in your being there.
Build up the ancient ruins, beloved;
the Spirit will guide and strengthen you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

           The spirit of the Holy One is upon me,
           because God has anointed me;
           God has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed.
                         —Isaiah 61.1


Beloved,
may your Spirit flow through me today,
that all I do and say may be good news to the poor,
offering power to the oppressed, healing to the broken,
courage to the despairing, freedom to the captive.
May all I do bring light to those who sit in darkness
and in the shadow of death.
May I be good news to all those
who hunger for gentleness and respect.
Anoint me with your kindness, that I may offer kindness
even to those who do not ask it,
your love to those who do not understand it.
May I be a faithful vessel,
for it is your Spirit, not my effort, that blesses.
By that Spirit, send me, God, to bear your grace to the world.
Amen.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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            Among you stands one whom you do not know,
            the one who is coming after me.
                         —John 1.3-4

The great paradox of Advent
is that we await the coming
of the One Who Is Among Us,
here already, profoundly present,
yet still coming, not done arriving.
Christ is not coming from a great distance,
inching closer to us from some far-off heaven,
but unfolding among us, within us.
We are pregnant with Christ,
who is here and yet who is coming,
whose presence is full and yet blossoming.

Jesus, silently gestating in us,
tender, innocent, dependent,
unknown, yet who loves us intimately
with infinite grace and wisdom.
Wait,
           and give thanks,
                                      and wait.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Star rising over me.
       Manger within.
              Word becoming flesh in my flesh.

The darkness of gestation.
       The waiting of faith.
              The silence of the holy.

Not seeing, not knowing
       what I shall be,
              though indeed I shall.

Open now,
       becoming ready
              to be changed.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          Hanukkah begins this evening,
          recalling the restoration of the temple,
          and the oil in the lamp that burned for eight days.

Amid war and conquest, domination and violence,
O God, may the oil of your peace burn in me.
May your grace be the light in me that does not fail,
and love the lamp that does not go out.
May I have courage to be faithful in the face of difficulty,
to meet wrath with mercy and fear with compassion.
May my trust not falter, my hope not be extinguished,
my commitment to justice or my will for peace not run out.
I pray not for my strength but for your loving presence,
for despite all hopelessness or my despair,
you are the light that does not fail.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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