Reflections – Page 295 – Unfolding Light

Let me die

Loving God,
let me die in your arms.
I am your child;
take me up in your loving hands
and wash me clean of all that I have been,
so that I may be made new.
In your love, I shed my illusions;
I surrender my desires,
I offer you my broken heart.
Forgive me and heal me.
Draw me close to you and hold me
where I can truly become myself.
Create in me a clean heart, a newborn spirit.
Write your love on my soul.
I die in your mercy: I surrender my life to you,
so that I may have your life alone,
and rise to bear the fruit of your love.
Open my lips, Beloved,
and my life will sing your praise.
Amen.

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Unfolding Light
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Seeds of light

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.


         Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies
         it remains a single grain.
         But if it dies, it bears much fruit.
         Those who love their life lose it,
         and those who hate their life in this world
         will keep it for eternal life.
                  —John 12. 24-25

Seeds of light,
we aren’t afraid
to go down into the darkness
of the despairing world,

for in the dark
is where the light
breaks forth
and rolls whole stones away.

Only the broken heart is holy.
Those who weep with them
who are veiled in black
are robed in white.

In the losing of all we cling to
is the granting of what can’t be taken.
In the giving of all that we are
we become.

Buried in that grave
we are no longer seeds
but only
light.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light
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Batting

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Toward the end of winter I came upon
the Lord on a diamond, batting.

I said, “ Lord, what are you doing?”
“These are your sins,” he said,

as a shadowy figure on the mound
with a vicious arm pitched.

He had no instinct: swung at everything,
even dirtballs. And hit ’em every time.

He had a beautiful swing,
fluid, sure, and joyful.

He hit pitch after pitch, endlessly.
I lost myself, watching.

“Out of the park” he said, his eye
on a nasty looking knuckleball,

and swung like a dancer,
gracefully unwinding. Chock!

It rose up over the fence, over the trees,
released from all earthly bonds,

floating free until it disappeared,
infinitely gone, still rising.

He watched it go, as if
he’d never seen such a beautiful thing.

“I love this game,” he grinned,
and set for another pitch.

I think he was honestly
pleased with himself.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light
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The light’s judgment

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.




         This is the judgment:
         that light has come into the world.
                  —John 3.19

The verdict is in:
you are beautiful, beloved,
and necessary to God.
You may not think so;
whatever within that is dirty,
shattered, barren or banal
may seem otherwise.
But the robe of light God gives you
changes all that.
In the light of grace,
the wedding gown of blessing,
you are radiant and desirable.
Look at the moon, hovering,
angelic and luminous,
made of dirt.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light
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Ephesians 2. 1-10

A paraphrase.

Once you were drowning in a chaos of fear and desire
that sucked all the life out of you,
tyrannized by voices outside of you,
enslaved by the prince of power,
indebted to The Corporation,
obediently oblivious.
All of us have been there,
children of anxiety, shards of ourselves,
desperate for our own lives.
But the Loving One, who is pure tenderness,
loving us infinitely,
rises to life in us,
pushes us out of those mass graves,
and makes us alive, reclaiming us
as part of God’s great, holy presence on earth.
By pure gift—no reason but love!—you have been rescued.

God raises us up from death with the risen Christ,
and restores our belonging at the heart of life.
God’s gentle kindness—you get a taste of it in Jesus—
blossoms within us with blessings beyond our knowing,
blessings that outlast everything you see.

God has saved your life—trust it.
And be grateful, not smug:
this is not your doing, but God’s.
It’s pure gift, unconditional and absolute;
nothing you do can even influence it.

God created you good, and nothing can undo that.
You are part of God’s love made real in this life:
that’s your true self.
Who you are, and the reason you exist,
is beautiful love.

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Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Crocus

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Of higher things
I have no need,
but I aspire
by grace to be
a brother to
this lowly, weak,
green, rising blade,
its moment held,
but not in stone,
its child’s hand
of lifted light,
its fragrance spent,
its color sown
without complaint.
I hope to be
so willing, and
a worthy kin,
belonging so
to no one but
this radiant God.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light
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The judgment of light

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.


         And this is the judgment,
         that the light has come into the world.
                  —John 3.19

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The light does not say anything.
It uncloaks what is,
it shows a way.

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After the long winter
light beckons the crocuses.

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In the corner beneath the table
your warm hand
reaches in without insisting,
deepens all the colors,
and gives everything a halo,
even the little souls of dust
floating in the dark air.

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In the daytime
if you want to know
you can tell if you’re hiding.

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God forgives sin
like light forgives darkness.

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Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Broken heart

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Out of your broken heart
love leaks everywhere
light escaping
a river of grace
flows into the desert

In your damaged hands
life trembles
flutters
dries its wings

When we are wounded
God seeps out
a never-ending spring

You sigh your despair
an unreadable scripture
Even you do not know
what you mean

these cries of God

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Destroy our wisdom

Holy God, Outrageous Mystery, help us!
You who establish the earth and yet make it tremble,
grant us stability— and shake us up for the sake of love.
You who give your commandments,
make us obey— and replace all obedience with compassion.
You for whom we build our temples—
tear them down until only mercy remains.
We who think we know, who think we have enough to offer,
come before you with nothing,
and you receive us with grace.
O Holy One, foolishly crucified, powerless among us,
destroy our wisdom and knowledge and power,
with all their hidden faults,
that we may die with Christ,
and be raised up to new life
in the grace of your Spirit alone.
Amen.

Destroy this temple

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.


Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple,
         and in three days I will raise it up.”
                  —John 2. 18-19

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Demolish this building
and experience God.

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Destroy my body
and I will rise from the dead.

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Destroy who you think I am
and who I am will appear.

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Convert your religion
and truly worship.

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Stop making up for the past
and let God be present.

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Take away my accomplishments
and my love will remain.

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Stop placing the holy here
and it will be here.

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Look beyond the visible
and the invisible will astound you.

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Abandon what is rigid
and what is alive will blossom.

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Surrender your life
and life will come to you.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve