Earthling

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

Go out upon the earth.
Walk among trees.
Lay your hand on their bark,
notice the kinship of skin, of bone
of wrinkle, spot and bug.

Ignore your clothing, let it fall
away from your mind,

rubbish blowing in the woods.
Really, you’re a critter,
one of those with whom this world teems,
a muscle of this flesh,
an organ of this creature,
with whom you share the long knowing
of gravity, the flow of blood
from mountain springs
through your clay channels to the sea,
the sun’s alchemy of heat to light,
and leaves’ of light to food,
and yours of food to heat.
The priest of your body’s weight,
the trembling of your hands,
your faithful beating heart and breath,
pronounces your belonging,
and blesses all root and leaf and flesh

that is your life,
the wind and lung’s dark sex,
the unknown wisdom hid behind
the closed eye of your body,
your cell’s unceasing praise.
All garments, buildings,
pavements and devices are a ruse
to separate your flesh from flesh.

We humans are of humus, raised;
your atoms, all, are of this dirt,
once spirit-blown and then
a thousand times,
and will return and rot and boil and bloom
a thousand more.
Oh, fragile, living tissue, sing with joy!—
for you are of this heaven,
sacred soil ensouled,
no passing thought, but flesh,
created flesh, and blessed to be
an earthling.

Happy Earth Day.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

My sheep hear my voice

Dearly Beloved,Grace and Peace to you.

My sheep hear my voice.
I know them,
and they follow me.
I give them eternal life.

— John 10.27-28

The Living Word within
speaks you into being.
It is most holy, then,
to listen.

Live this day
at a listening pace,
in listening poise,
each step a following,

each moment a waiting
for the voice
that knows you,
that your heart already follows.

You don’t need right answers
or good ideas,
but only stillness
in which to hear.

Let your heart,
serene and open,
hear the voice
that gives you life.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Go fish

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” They said to him, “We will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing. Just after daybreak, Jesus stood on the beach; but the disciples did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to them, “Children, you have no fish, have you?” They answered him, “No.” He said to them, “Cast the net to the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in because there were so many fish.
John 21.3-6


Peter drifts among his losses and failures,
his disappointment, his guilt.
Elbows on knees, he sits, staring
at the empty bottom of his boat.

Sometimes we catch nothing.
Sometimes our nets come up empty,
our boat is empty,
our lives drift over an empty sea.
We have nothing to offer.

The risen Christ is here, I promise.
And I promise you will not recognize him.
A miraculous shoal of fish
hovers beneath your boat.
But you can’t see them. Guaranteed.

Just sit and wait
and listen
for the voice.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

I return

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

Holy One,
Unsayable Love,
you have chosen this morning
to rise in this sun,
to breathe in this body,
to blossom in me.

I am in awe.
I am in you.
I am at peace.

I sit in your light.
I live in your heartbeat.
I rest in your love.

Though I go onto my work this day
may I remain here always
in your peace.

I thank you.
I bless you.
I return to you.
Always, I return to you.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

No ears

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

The cello has no ears
with which to hear the soaring music
played upon it, or to comprehend
the symphony to which it adds
its single voice.

Why bother doubting
the beauty of your life to God,
when you know we are not given
ears to hear such things?

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Weather Report

Hidden,
with increasing mystery throughout the day,
as all things must be fully illuminated
and partially obscured.
However, as the warm air of heaven
permeates the continent of this life,
grace will prevail
and all things will rise.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Stretch out your hands

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep. Very truly, I tell you, when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished. But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.”

— John 21.17-18

But it’s not a belt,
nothing so solid and irrefutable,
more like silence,
more like a nudging, a slight vacuum,
an intent beyond our choosing,
a recognition rising slowly like fish.
We are led, allured, invited,
not yanked, by a wisp of grace,
a smell of food on a charcoal fire,
a possibility.

In silence, in the mystery, we are
taken from our lives,
—drawn up out of dark waters,
blessed by grace greater than ourselves,
—fed the bread and fish of miracles,
broken open to the our deepest hearts,
—confessing our love, and
given to the world,
—led by a belt of love.

And so we go.
We look up from our half-eaten fish,
recognize the One who has hauled us
in a net of mystery out of our disconnected lives,
and step into the new world.

So now, enter the stillness.
Stretch out your hands.
Stop trying to push yourself through life.
Wait, ’till, like a fish you are drawn up in darkness,
and led into the rising day.

Deep Blessings,

Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

Greening

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

In the woods, the smallest fingers of green
emerge from within.
What has seemed dead wood exults.
The little greenings are incarnations
of an eternal force, divine presence,
angels of a mighty heaven hidden within all things.

God is not some guy out there pulling strings to make things happen. God is the force of life within you, welling up to blossom and bear fruit. God does not coerce, control or punish, or “judge” from some high throne. God lives in you and gives life, like the power that lives in the grass and trees that are turning green.

Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) made up a word for it: viriditas, or “greening power.” It is God’s life-giving, creating energy, evident in all creation. She says, “The Word is all verdant greening, all creativity.” We are “showered with greening refreshment, the vitality to bear fruit.” When we are “shriveled and wilted” Christ brings “lush greenness” to us. “Greening love hastens to the aid of all. With the passion of heavenly yearning, people who breathe of this dew produce rich fruit.”

Let God give you life: rising, strengthening, increasing in grace and beauty. Be still, and sense this Spring rising in you, this power of divine grace transforming all things, this almighty, eternal, indomitable life swelling, promising, blossoming, bearing fruit within you. Let God green in you.

Deep Blessings,

Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

Breathe in me

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you… As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit.”
— John 20. 19, 21-22

Breathe in me, risen Christ.
Revive me.
I inhale your presence.
Your light fill me,
your compassion warm me.
Your Spirit be my life.
My flesh absorb you,
dense with the weight
of your resurrection.
My body resonate with your energy,
my eyes radiate your love.
May I receive your grace,
breathe deeply of your life,
rest in your presence.

And then when it is time,
breathing in through me,
breathing out through me,
send me on your breath
into this wounded world,
this beautiful world,
present in your presence,
breathing in your grace,
and breathing out.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

Unless I see

Thomas said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”
—John 20.25

The drug dealer’s secret shame,
the car bomb widow, how she looks down streets,
the man with hollow eyes in the lock up unit,
everybody thinks it’s babbling, his praying,
the battered children and their fragile hands,
the illegal who cleans chickens and feeds her baby,
the father gradually forgiving himself
for failing his children,
and his children—
Thomas, you have only to reach out
and feel with your hand
the wounds of Christ
to behold your risen Lord

 

Risen today

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

Christ is risen.
Right now.
Resurrection is about today,
not the day of your funeral.
Live today as if you know that
even if you die God will grant greater life,
that even if you give away all of yourself
God will create you anew,
that if you surrender yourself to a greater love
that will be miracle enough.
Live this day believing
that even in defeat and loss and failure
God creates unprecedented victory.
Live today knowing that when all seems hopeless
God transforms things.

Listen: When you sow seeds
God does not give them back,
but breaks them apart, pulls their insides out,
and turns them into beautiful plants.
(Taken… blessed… broken… given…)

Live today ready to be sown.
Live as if Christ is risen
in you.
Let your life—each moment of letting go,
each act of love, each breath—
be resurrection.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight(at)hotmail.com

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