Mary sat at the Beloved’s feet
           and listened to what he was saying.
                           —Luke 10.39

We drove through cities and towns,
little burgs and urban stacks of buildings,
suburban developments like giant microchips,
past apartment windows and farmhouses,
cozy neighborhoods and lonely hovels.
Each house a story. So many stories.
None are evident by appearances: the neat estate
may hide a story of abuse and loneliness;
the sagging single-wide a story of redemption.
The people we saw—the people you pass by—
every single one is a story with a beginning and a middle,
and you only know one sentence of it.
The nuanced setting, the alarming backstory,
the various characters and their own story lines,
the intertwining of so many subplots, these you do not know.
And the end? And how it all fits together,
and what the story is really “about?” Ah, wait.
But meanwhile what a privilege it is
to be welcomed into one home,
one story, even to just look around.
What a gift to know someone who is willing to hear
your whole story. And what a gift we have
to sometimes stop and listen.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village,
           where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.
           She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet
           and listened to what he was saying.
                           —Luke 10.38-39

We just returned from an 18-day road trip to visit family:
4000 miles, 17 states, 2 provinces, 10 beds, 14 relatives.
There were both Marthas and Marys,
who met our needs for bed and board,
and who offered a place for our hearts.
We cherished both—the feeding and resting, and the listening.

It’s good to be Mary or Martha, or both. Both are blessed.
Mary chose the “better part” for her, not for anyone else.

Food and shelter, and a listening heart.
God offers both;
earth offers both;
good hosts do so.

The Beloved feeds our souls,
then sits and says,
“Tell me your story.”

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Mysterious Love,
your Spirit is my breath;
the fruit of your Spirit is my life.

I breathe,
in and out,
and breathe in and out
your love, joy and peace.

My blood flows
through my body,
and through my body flows
your patience, kindness and generosity.

I look upon the world
and through my eyes shines
your faithfulness, generosity and self-control.

Your Spirit lives in me;
and the fruit of that Spirit is life;
and I give thanks.

               [Gal. 5.22-23]

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

           James and John said,
           “Boss, do you want us to command fire
           to come down from heaven and consume them?”
                           —Luke 9.54

Don’t you just want to slap James and John
for being such idiots?
In fact, why stop there?
Why not command fire to come down and consume them?

Funny how (a) we want to destroy people who disagree with us,
(b) we imagine we can do so, even if just by insulting them, and
(c) we assume Jesus likes that.
Wrong all three times.

(When fire actually does come down from heaven, as at Pentecost,
it doesn’t destroy people; it destroys our divisions, connects us,
and helps us communicate when previously we hadn’t.)

So when people won’t listen to us or even won’t accept us,
what do we do? Instead of calling down fire,
call up the fruits the Spirit has given you:
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity,
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

Practice this among your enemies and see how you are blessed.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Yesterday our son Jonathan and I
climbed Mt Washington, the highest point in the Northeast.
The trail went straight up—
so steep at one point there’s a ladder.
It was brutal. It was beautiful.
Up top it was frigid, windy, and spectacular,
and worth it.
But what I treasure is the going up and the coming down.

Mountaintop experiences seldom happen on the mountaintop.
They happen along the way,
in the ordinary places, in the hard places,
where we give ourselves over
to where we are, to what we are doing, to what is happening.

A mountaintop that keeps going on is just a plateau.
Don’t seek mountaintop experiences; just experience.
The whole mountain is as blessed as the top.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Spirit Within,
may I embody your grace.
May I not seek to be right, but to be gentle,
not to get my way but to be kind,
never to surrender my tenderness.

May I be faithful and steadfast
and see people with my faith, not my fears,
only to raise up and not push down,
to set free and not to corner,
to bless, not to use,
never to surrender my compassion.

May I clearly bear witness
to your prayer for us,
and speak and act for justice
for the sake of all who are not free,
never to surrender my conviction.

Grant me courage to be loving,
wisdom to be humble,
strength to be gentle.

Spirit Within,
by your grace
may I embody your grace.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Breathing Compassion

Breathe in.
Breathe deeply.
Breathe in love.

It is love, all this that surrounds you,
surrounds you perfectly,
touches you perfectly,
holds you, contains you, fills you perfectly.
You breathe it.
You move through it.
Everything you see, you see through it.

It is given, breathed into you,
the breath of love,
from divine lungs
that breathe everything,
that have been breathing from all eternity,
breathing the one spirit we all breathe.

Breathe it in deeply, this love.
Let it fill you,
enliven you,
change you.

And breathe out.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net