Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    A woman in the city, who was a sinner,          stood behind him at his feet, weeping,          and began to bathe his feet with her tears….          He said, “Do you see this woman?”                   —Luke 7.37, 44

No, we do not see. To one of Jesus’ most arresting questions, we have to answer: we don’t see her. We see our prejudices and stereotypes. We see our fears and projections. We don’t see this woman; we see what we think of her. We see a sinner. We see someone disrupting our dinner. We see someone who makes us uncomfortable. Which is to say, we see our judgment, our expectations, our discomfort. We see our own stuff. We don’t see her.

But Jesus saw this woman, really saw her. He saw her pain and her strength, her gratitude, her courage, her transformation. He saw the precious value of her gift. He saw her soul at work. He saw God’s grace in her.

Jesus really saw people. He saw who they were and knew their story, not because he had ESP but because he paid attention. The woman at the well, the bent over woman, the rich man, Bartimaeus, the woman who touched him in a crowd… he really saw people because he wanted to. He paid attention. And there was healing in his seeing. What he saw in people was not their flaws but the mercy of God. And seeing the grace was like sunlight on plants: it made people heal and grow and bear fruit.

God, help me really see. Help me set aside my feelings and judgments, and see whole people, your beloved, precious souls. Help me see myself: help me notice my projections, and name my fears and expectations; help me confess my blinders and set them aside so I can see. Beloved, help me really see people, really see your grace, really see at all. Beloved, I want to see.  

          Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.          

         A woman who was a sinner began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair. She continued kissing his feet and anointing them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw it, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him—that she is a sinner.” …          Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”                   —Luke 7.37-39, 50

Your faith is not your steadfast belief, not certainty beyond questions. Your faith is not what you think of God or God’s anointed, for you yourself have done some powerful anointing. Your faith is giving your gifts, without questioning how valued they are, without questioning how worthy you are, but simply offering what is in you.

What saves you is knowing you are received without price, without judgment. The Savior’s love is indeed powerful, but how precious is what you have done for the Beloved.

God’s giving and receiving are married in you.

All that is broken is forgiven, all that is wounded is healed, all that is offered is cherished.

All that is broken is forgiven, all that is wounded is healed, all that is offered is cherished.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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Holy One,          Life-Giver, Womb of all Being and Unfolding of All in joy,          we thank you, for everything is a gift. Every moment is pregnant with your grace          and every difficulty bears your presence. Every person reveals your beauty;          every being is a Word of your mercy. Each created thing hides blessings we cannot comprehend;          your wonders exceed our imagining. Ours is not the power,          nor the wisdom nor the glory. All our labors are only to birth your grace.          All our knowledge is only to behold your mystery. Every moment is a newborn child;          we hold your miracles in our hands. Bless us that we my live in wonder and gratitude,          that we may honor your gifts, that we may care tenderly for all you have given us          and cherish your delight. May your love sing in our hearts                  and your mercy in all that we do. Miraculous God, we thank you,          we ask your blessing,          and we trust your grace. Amen.

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Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.          

          We are waiting for the birth of a baby, waiting and laboring past due.           We pray, how long, O Lord? And you answer, this long, this long.

We are not waiting not for the clock, not waiting for this to become that,           but waiting for the unfolding of your mercy, gestation’s blessed delay.

We wait not for our desire, our favored outcome, but for you alone.

We wait for the desire to control to leave, the despair that all’s in our hands.

Your grace is in this world unseen, your presence embracing, unfurling.

In grace you work your delight even now, in love you wait beside us.

For all who wait for healing, for all who wait for joy,

we pray their waiting be fruitful, that their waiting be for you.

They don’t see but they already know. Blessed are they who wait for the Lord.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     Yesterday I led a funeral for a beloved church member. Today we await the birth of a grandchild. The old saint and the new, neither one in this visible world, are both rocked in the arms of God.

And so are we.

On his deathbed the gentle man was still only beginning to see the love unfurling in his life, looking so much like heaven. Being born, the child will begin to see. And we who hold the little one will also be born anew, and we will begin to see.

God, grant us each the grace to know that we are infants in your arms, angels at your gates, each day reborn, each day a new beginning, each day a passage from this world of grace into this world of grace, surrounded by infinite blessings we can’t know, only beginning to see how deeply we are loved, how deeply.

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It feels like the end of something          but we forget the rest.

It is a door and something on the other side,

this moment a single petal of a rose unfolding.

From the doorway looking back we see you walking along

and ahead we see you walking along.

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Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    A man who had died was being carried out. …          And Jesus said, “Young man, I say to you, rise!”          The dead man sat up and began to speak,          and Jesus gave him to his mother.                   —from Luke 7.12-15

You don’t know what it is in you that has died and is beyond hope, something precious, that God will breathe new life into, yes, impossibly, and give back to you. You can’t know what or how or when, but you can wait with faith, you can rest yourself in the mystery that some day this will happen and you won’t be surprised.

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         Weather Report           Dawn today, or perhaps another day, as the planet comes slowly around and all things, as they do, return to God.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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I meet you in the dark
with my secret information,
my furtive questions.
I bring my grainy picture.
You bring me out into light
and give me yours, so much better,
for you too have been observing
even more keenly
and loving even more deeply.

God I come over and over
to give you
my view of myself
and walk away with yours.

I pray today for those who have suffered and sacrificed
in service to their country.
I honor the sacrifice of soldiers and sailors who have died,
and for their loved ones, who still suffer.
I pray for those who are injured,
especially those poorly cared for.
I pray for those whose who are injured in heart or mind or soul.
I pray for those whose spirits died
when they were forced to witness or commit horrible things,
whose souls have been hollowed out,
or whose purpose has been shattered.
I pray for homeless veterans,
for addicts and suicides and vets haunted by PTSD,
for they too are casualties of our way of war.
I pray for those who are sexually abused and harassed,
whose suffering continues after their time of duty.
I pray for those who have served who are lonely,
who are sad, who are guilty or ashamed.
I pray for those who are proud but unappreciated.
I pray for healing for all those who bear the wounds
we choose others to suffer and to inflict.
And I pray for those of other nations, too.
God bless all who have suffered and sacrificed:
may they know healing, grace, and deep peace.

Amen.

Thank God for this great work,
that the Mighty One within you
has come this far,
that together you have grown so,
that journeying through this landscape
you have changed it
and for the better.
You have left behind treasures still uncovered
and wounds already forgiven.
Even in your failures and missteps
you have scattered gifts and blessings.
You have dug a deep well and drawn
from within a mystery from beyond.
Your river has given life, polished stones,
sheltered beings unseen, carried travelers.
The seeds you’ve sown, the birth you’ve given,
the bridges you have built you will not know,
and those coming after will wonder.
But the One who smiles upon you,
walks beside you and breathes within you
looks up and says with confidence,
“Yes, now let’s go on.”