..to proclaim the year of God’s favor…
                                      —Luke 4.19

Jesus, reading from Isaiah, cuts the quote short.
He omits “the day of God’s vengeance.”

Speaking as the Chosen one of God,
he has taken it off the menu.

The only punishment inflicted
will be his own cross.

There is no payback, only kindness.
Even to the enemies of God there is only grace.

This, now, is the ”year”—the present—of God’s favor,
God’s radical, gentle delight.

Can we follow? Like a drunk abstaining,
will we forgo all cruelty, all vengeance?

Like David armorless facing Goliath,
will we trust the five smooth stones of love?

Soldiers have taken easier oaths.
Yet to be bearers of God’s favor alone,

to live lives only of mercy
the Spirit is upon us.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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             The Spirit of the Holy One is upon me,
                          because God has anointed me to bring good news to the poor.
             God has sent me to proclaim release to the captives
                          and recovery of sight to the blind,
             to let the oppressed go free,
                          to proclaim the year of God’s favor.
                                      —Luke 4.18-19

It sounds like an inauguration speech:
economic policy, legal reforms, medical advances,
a liberation movement.
But it’s not public policy; it’s God’s grace.
Jesus has no political office or power or plans.
He lives, in fact, under brutal oppression
that will stay brutal for generations.
He’s not launching a campaign, but a ministry.
An insurrection of gentleness, a revolt of kindness.
It’s something you’re anointed for, not elected.

Even under the thumb of Caesar,
we live in the Empire of Grace.
It is we, not the emperor, who will do justice and love mercy.
Surely we will lobby, we will vote and advocate,
but we will not wait.
We ourselves will embody the coming of God’s favor.
Like Jesus, we may soon be hauled to the edge of a cliff;
like him, we will survive.

Those baptismal waters have anointed us
to be good news to the poor, to be release,
to be new sight, to be freedom,
to be God’s grace.
But not on our own: it is God who anoints us,
who does this work through us: the Spirit bears us on.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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For whatever transpires on this day…

Blessed are the poor in spirit,
           for to them is given the realm of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn,
           for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the gentle,
           for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for right relationships,
           for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful,
           for they will receive mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart,
           for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
           for they will be called children of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of justice,
           for theirs is the realm of heaven.
             

                         —Matthew 5.3-10

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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             Now standing there were six stone water jars
             for the Jewish rites of purification….
                         —John 2.6


What if purification isn’t the removal of anything,
but transforming something into pure joy?

What if purification isn’t washing away part of you,
but revealing your deepest beauty?

What if you are already made pure,
but are not yet celebrating?

What if what came before was not impure,
but what may come next is as yet unimagined?

What if you are holy water,
even now being turned into wine?

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             When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him,
             “They have no wine.”
             And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me?
             My hour has not yet come.”
             His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”
                         —John 2.3-5


Leadership is nudging someone into their next step
the moment before they know they’re ready.

Even Jesus had to be prompted by someone
who knew his gifts, and who saw the moment.

Sometimes we ourselves are pure water,
unaware we are about to be turned to wine.

God, help me be open to the moment
and the nudging of Mother Spirit, who sees.

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Between a president who recently died
and one about to begin
we remember a man who was never president.

(We notice the harmonies, and the dissonances.)
See how our choices matter—
not our position, nor our power, but our character.

We remember Martin, who was famous,
and in his name thousands more who were not,
but just as brave and merciful and mighty.

We remember all those who were peacemakers,
the nonviolent seekers of justice who have gone before,
and those who are now among us, without office.

We give thanks for those who stood against injustice,
who faced violence, hatred and anger with gentle courage,
and we pray for that spirit as well,

that we will not walk with the haughty and the cruel,
that we will be truthful and kind,
that we confront the power to exclude with the power to love.

With blessed leaders showing us the way,
we pray that we will choose love over fear,
generosity over selfishness, service over supremacy.

We give thanks for the saints who have gone before,
link arms with the saints who risk even now,
and with their song in our throats, we carry on.

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             Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
                          I have called you by name, you are mine.
             When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
                          and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
             when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
                          and the flame shall not consume you. …
             because you are precious in my sight, and honored, and I love you.
                         —Isaiah 43.1-4


And when you walk through fire and you are are burned?
God is still with you.

The flames may destroy your goods,
but they can’t consume you, the you God loves.

The troubles you endure do not diminish your belovedness.
Even the greatest tragedy is the cross where Jesus meets you.

Sometimes, with nothing left, we stand beside the ruins
and say, shaking, “Well, at least we’re grateful we’re alive.”

This is God’s prayer every moment,
even at our joyous victories.

In a time of sorrow the loss is real. The grief is acute.
And at the core, gratitude for what can’t be taken.

The spouse beside the bed of the Alzheimer’s patient
knows this: faith in what can’t be taken.

Amid ashes, we hold one another, and promise
to live for the sake of what can’t be taken.

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Last week I wrote a prayer welcoming God’s refining fire.
Then horrifying flames began devastating Los Angeles.

“When you walk through fire you shall not be burned,”
God says, and then some are.

The baptismal flood brings beauty and devastation.
Some drown in holy water.

Life is a mixed bag, and we grab it
because it’s our only bag.

It’s plush with knives and we pick it up,
and find in it sweets and nuts, and blood.

You eat the whole luscious fruit;
the seeds of calamity are too small to pick out.

Ruin has its joys, and triumph its sorrows.
To love God is to lose and receive everything.

Sometimes it is among ashes
we become most human.

After the fire they will clean up using power
generated by burning something.

Love walks among the tents in the camps of death,
a child singing her undying song.

We join the beautiful slow dance of the Beloved,
man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.

What does this mean? That nothing is absolute but God,
who is always present, and mostly paradox.

We touch each other. We trust grace,
and we take what comes.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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             His winnowing fork is in his hand,
                   to clear his threshing floor
             and to gather the wheat into his granary;
                   but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.
                         —Luke 3.17


Beloved, winnow my heart;
strip away the chaff
of my fears and attachments.
My victories and failures are not me.

Burn the husks I hide behind,
my fear that my real self you will not love.
Burn the straw of my attempts
to be someone I’m not.

By your grace, I will be
the true person within,
not an imaginary self
but the one you create.

God of mercy,
I welcome your winnowing.
I give thanks for the fire of grace
in which I am made new.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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As Jesus goes down into the water
I go with him:
down in humility and trust,
deep into mystery and shadow,
surrendered in powerlessness and willingness,
immersed in your presence and grace,
washed of the past and all expectations,
bathed in the flowing of all,
sunk to the center of all,
held in your mercy and love,
drowned in the water of death,
waiting in the womb of your life,
ready to be raised by your Spirit.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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