Category: Reflections

      
         
Oh, my people,
the confetti of stars,
the birds calling “Surprise!” from every tree,
Spring standing again on your front porch
in her flowery dress with an armful of blossoms
if only you would open the door,
the little rise in you when you see one glorious thing,
these are my prayers to you.
The ache for me in your meditations,
the questions your heart asks without you,
the invisible possibility that this enemy
could become a friend,
these are my prayers to you.
Those words in the closed book, the unopened letter
about forgiveness and release,
these are my prayers to you.
Your sorrow over the world and its woes,
your hesitation at the news,
your deep weary sigh,
these are my prayers to you.
The mystery of the light
folded into what is,
what I am about to do,
these are my prayers to you.
Oh my people, in your mercy,
hear my prayer.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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For all whose lives have been taken by war,
grant your mercy O God.
For soldiers, civilians, those wounded and neglected,
grant your mercy, O God.
For earth despoiled and living beings sacrificed,
grant your mercy, O God.
For our glorification of war and violence
and our willingness to hurt others
to defend ourselves,
grant your mercy, O God.
We give thanks for your beloved
whom we have sacrificed;
we ask blessing for their loved ones,
confess our need for your grace,
and pray for the redemption of society.
Spirit of compassion and gentleness,
in the name of the One who was sacrificed,
save us by your grace,
and grant us your mercy.
Amen.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      

         We do not know how to pray as we ought,
         but the Spirit intercedes
         with sighs too deep for words.
                  —Romans 8.26

Without your knowing
your lungs breathe, your heart beats,
nerves fire, even while you are asleep.

Deep within you, beneath your knowing,
the Spirit prays.

You are the vessel.
Prayer is simply mindfulness
that God is praying in you.
Your deepest prayers
God is silently uttering for you,
forgiving what is past,
blessing what is,
moving toward what may be.

Be still.
It doesn’t matter what you pray,
what you think, how you feel.
God is praying in you.
You are simply here,
the rose unfolding from the bud.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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          Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them,
         and a tongue rested on each of them.
         All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit.
                  —Acts 2. 3-4

One fire,
a million sparks
from the first “Let there be light”
still shining in the one darkness

one sun’s light radiating
in a billion directions

light always shining, only radiating,
never stopping, never dying
in us

consuming fire
burning off all but the precious,
all but the true,
transforming us into light

flame of pure love
creating us
becomes us

How vainly we try
without knowing
to put it out

when it will carry us
through all this
into the next joyful world.

Pentecost, 2015

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      

         “In our own languages we hear them speaking
         about God’s deeds of power.”
                  —Acts 2.11

Take a moment to reflect:
What are “God’s deeds of power” in your life?
If you were to tell someone the “good news of God,”
what would you say? What’s the good news?

How will you live today
in a way that conveys that good news?
What acts or attitudes will give language to that good news?

The Spirit is at work in you
to shine with grace,
to change this world with love.
Trust that, open yourself,
and let the Spirit work through you.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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           When you send forth your spirit, we are created
                  —Psalm 104.30

Holy One,
         breath of the big bang,
         idea of creation,
you who make spring come forth,
         who make life out of nothing,
breathe yourself into me.
         Create me.

you are the flame,
         I am your light.
You are the nerve,
         I am your muscle.
You are the Word,
         I am the story.
You are the song,
         I am the singing.

I am one with you
         and one with all Creation.
One Spirit,
         one flesh, many forms.
In your Spirit
         I am we.

Pentecost, May 19, 2015

      
         
God,
I so often focus on what I want to accomplish, acquire or experience. Help me today to focus on love, to let you perfect your love in me. Not to be an expert, but to be a student of love. Help me be mindful and grateful for how your love works in the world and holds it all together. To watch and learn from Christ, and from those around me who love. To enter every experience as an opportunity to wonder at love, to learn it and practice it. Keep me mindful that it is not my love, generated by my effort in some secret dynamo within, but your love flowing through me. Grant me the grace of a beginner’s mind, beginning anew each moment. By your love in me, always unfolding, make me today an attentive student of love. In your grace, perfect your love in me. Amen.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         They asked him, “Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?” He replied, “It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority. 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.” When he had said this, as they were watching, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight.
                  —Acts 1.6-9

The disciples have lost their Lord and received him again, and now they look to a new and bright future. They don’t see that he is about to leave them again, this time for good. They grasp at their dreams for their nation, expressing grief before they are even grieving. But Jesus turns their gaze otherwise. Their calling is to something larger than their own lives, something that extends from where they are to the ends of the earth. The power in their lives will be neither personal comfort nor a political fix, but the elusive, invisible wind power of love among them. And they will receive this calling and power in a vessel of grief and disorientation as Jesus departs from them once more.

Typically God’s grace comes to us through loss. Often those who bear witness to the Good News are escaped Hebrew slaves pining for the ease of Egypt, Ruth bereaved in a foreign land, a prophet reflecting on exile, a family torn apart by their son’s selfishness, disciples stunned on a windswept hillside. Even our own resurrection comes at the cost of losing our lives— if we are lucky, over and over. For it is in our fragility and bewilderment that we discover God’s abiding presence, solid and life-giving. Christ ascending to reign over all Creation, leaves our side. The glory to which we are witnesses is not some great triumph but the loss and majesty of life as it is, and the eternal presence of love, even in absence. To this, even in our not knowing, we are witnesses.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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God, Source of my joy,
         help me check my selfishness,
leave the path of fear,
         and not speak ill of anyone.

I delight in you,
         mindful of your love every moment.
I am like a tree planted by a lovely stream.
         May I yield the fruit of your love.
I receive the life you give me;
         it thrives in me.

Whatever is evil in me
         is like chaff your wind blows away.
It doesn’t last in the face of your truth;
         it is overwhelmed by your presence
         like a great congregation within me.
Watch over my way, God: may I be loving.
         Let my hurtful inclinations be changed.

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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.
         While he was going and they were gazing up toward heaven,
         suddenly two men in white robes stood by them.
         They said, “People of Galilee,
         why do you stand looking up toward heaven?”
                  —Acts 1.9-11

Don’t try to diagram the mystery.
The Body of Love,
in your hands but hard to put your finger on,
within, among and yet beyond,
is here and not here.
The One who Is With You
is not present as you wish.
Sorrow and joy mingle perfectly.
Theories will not help you.
You can’t look it up.

Look here:
this, now.
In the bed you make,
the people you meet,
the rumpling within.
Even what has left you,
your empty arms,
is a place to look.

Jacob on his stone pillow knew:
this loss, this trouble, this gift
is the ladder to heaven.

Keep looking,
but not up there.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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