Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Wanderers

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Jesus said, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Truly Human one has no place to lay his head.” . . . After this the Lord appointed seventy others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he himself intended to go.
— Luke 9.58, 10.1

It's the migration season. These are the days when United Methodists pastors are moving, to begin their new appointments on July 1. I know several (and some of other denominations, too) who are in the middle of cardboard boxes and address changes, goodbyes and hellos, endings and beginnings. It's a strange existence, living as nomads, making and leaving friends, picking up and going, always going, with little or no control over where you are sent. (For all its benefits, the system contributes to a lot of hidden grief, loneliness, powerlessness and self-doubt among UM clergy, and churches, too. We seldom talk about it, but we should.)

Today I pray for all the world's wanderers, for the nomads and the rootless, for the immigrants, the displaced and the perennial newcomers. For people who move for work, for the homeless, for illegal aliens, for migrant workers, for military families. For recent graduates who haven't found their place. For runaway children. For foster children. For exiles. For refugees.

I pray for those who feel uprooted, when the world shifts and they no longer feel at home, for those who do not feel that they “belong.” For those who are searching for their place in the world. For those who are not welcomed.

Though you may feel alone, you are in good company. Jesus wanders with you. And there are others who wander with you, who know what you're going through, and are thinking of you. Even on the strange road, you are among sisters and brothers, a communion of nomadic saints. We are people of the Exodus.

You do not wander aimlessly. Jesus himself, the Wandering One, has sent you ahead, where he himself intends to come. Wherever you are, Christ is with you. God is the land. Spirit is the road. Trust the Presence.




Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

In the beginning

Dearly Beloved,


Grace and Peace to you.





Spirit, you hover over my water.
In morning darkness you breathe in


and the Word is gathered
from before time.


I am gathered from the universe.
I am made of your desire.


You breathe out and I become myself,
spoken into this day.


Like mist lifting off the silver river
I rise into your morning,


my purpose always, like the sun
ascending, just now disclosed.


The curtain parts, the sky opens.
The world is blank and beckoning.


Naked, unsolved, still condensing,
I get up from my umbilical prayers.


Can I let this beginning unfold
each moment today, each moment?


An egret swims up through the silence
above the water.







Deep Blessings,

Pastor Steve



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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Monday, June 28, 2010

Losing things

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.



That you have lost so much,
or are beginning to:
your keys and papers, passwords, notes and cash,
addresses, phone connections, card games, and friends,
your advantage, your touch,
your loves,

those big, tender hands that led you through
the brambled adventure of your childhood,
the hearts that accompanied you in darkest passages,
those places where there are still tangles
of your root hairs in the soil,

the favorite shirt, the books, pictures,
instruments, tickets stubs and uncounted sacred relics,
the aspirations and accomplishments,
the thanks, approval and understanding,

that youthful body, that flesh in all its allure,
its exceeding capacity, its sex and vigor and signature,
its thousand undeniable delights,
whereby, rightly, you have been madly in love,

those earnest thoughts, sincere beliefs,
convictions, prayers and memories,
and all manner of thing and place
and time and skill and beauty,
and soon all else as well, all comeliness, continence,
sentience and finally breath and flesh itself—

may well be,
despite all intertwining joy,
despite the gut's first horror of truly empty hands,
despite the convincing gravity of desire—

because they have set you free
since you do not need each other, nor have you ever,
for you to be your own true
lovely
happy
self.





Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve










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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Friday, June 25, 2010

Canoe

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Prayer is a canoe
that glides me through this liquid world
of God.

There are words
hanging in the shed.
I leave them there.

I don’t need to understand,
just sit and be rafted along,
taken.

Sometimes it fades away
and I am simply floating
in God.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Copyright © 2010
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Don't look back

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Another said, "I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home." Jesus said to him, "No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God."
— Luke 9. 61-62


Jesus is not trying to make it hard to follow him. He's setting us free. He's naming what holds us back. When he says these startling things— “The Truly Human One has nowhere to lay his head... Let the dead bury the dead... Don't look back”—he's just noticing how we get wrapped up in social obligations, in our own attachments, and in our feelings about the past. We get so bound by fear, need and shame that it makes it hard for us to make a move. Sometimes we are so busy looking back at the way we wish things were that it keeps us from being present. So we find it hard to be ourselves and to commit to living with courageous authenticity. Jesus sets us free from those things. Jesus sees your self-doubt, your re-hashing old inadequacies, your guilt about how you've failed, your wishes that things were different. He sees all the entanglements that compete with your passion for the Holy. He sees how you think you need permission from somebody to do what you want to do. And he gives you permission to just walk away from all that. Never mind what could have been, what people expect of you, or how you've let down those you love. Never mind your faults and failings. Jesus is calling you. Don't look back. Be present in this moment. Keep your eyes on what you have to do. Or even simply on what you can do. Keep your eyes on the You that God is creating moment by moment. Keep your eyes on Jesus. He's not making it hard, he's saying, “Here, today, without any prerequisite, you can follow me. You can. Will you?” He's not pointing a finger. He's holding out a hand.

Take it.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Let the dead bury the dead

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Jesus said, "Follow me." But that one said, "Lord, first let me go and bury my father." But Jesus said to him, "Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God."

Luke 9. 59-60

Don't worry, anxious one. There is still a place for decency, for honoring family, for social customs that extend care to others. Jesus is not banishing these things. It's just that sometimes the customs and costumes wear thin and you can see right through the fabric, see the holy beneath it. And there comes a time when you just don't bother with the costume. You leave behind expectations; you abandon what you think you “ought” to do. You let go of what you can't control anyway. Yes, you loved your father, but he's dead. You can't do anything for him now, only for the living. So you turn away from everything but what God is doing in you. You disentangle yourself from a family and its thick web, its worn story and your narrow little place in it, and find your place in your own life— yours, not that of your parents, your ancestors, and a lot of dead people. Yes, it feels rude to separate yourself so fully, especially from family. But your life is yours, not theirs. You are no less connected to everyone else. Your “loved ones” include all living beings. Among them you have no heritage, no birthright, no legacy to fulfill— nor do you need any. You have whatever good news burns in you right now. You have who you are, which is noble and holy enough, and you have God's blessing. You are beheld, not beholden. Your life, your passion, your Gift is immediate, present, eternal— not mediated by anyone living or dead. And you are called to love the living, whom you can love, not the dead, whom you cannot.

Jesus is not inviting you to stop caring for your loved ones. He is setting you free from depending on others to be yourself. You are free. Live your calling. Let go of what you cannot control. Go and let the living presence of the Holy One radiate from you.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Foxes have holes

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. . . . They entered a village of the Samaritans... but they did not receive him. . . . As they were going along the road, someone said to him, "I will follow you wherever you go." And Jesus said to him, "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the True Human has nowhere to lay his head."
— from Luke 9. 51-58

Jesus' journey to Jerusalem is the prophetic witness and the liberating miracle that is the center of his ministry. Jerusalem is the place of his greatest test, the final sifting of his life, the ultimate giving of his gift; and finally it will be his death. To follow Jesus is not merely to hold splendid thoughts about him; it is to go with him to your own Jerusalem. It is to commit yourself to justice and prophetic witness, to the liberating struggle, to practicing radical compassion, to giving your gifts without reservation, even to your death in small and great ways. To “follow Jesus” is serious stuff.

According to our baptismal vows, following Jesus means “resisting evil, injustice and oppression in whatever forms they present themselves.” Don't you imagine that evil will fight back? If you follow Jesus don't expect the world to accommodate you. If you, like Jesus, want to be a True Human, don't expect to be rewarded or admired. Don't expect to be made to feel like you belong. People will want you to feel like a misfit. They'll try (mostly unconsciously) to trick you into giving up being Truly Human and instead get you to be Nice. Don't fall for it.

Set your face toward authenticity. Accept discomfort. Make peace with vulnerability. Become accustomed to feeling like you don't belong. Because you do not belong to what other people feel or believe. You belong to God. God will hold you on your journey. God will provide for you in your witness. The Holy One will defend your being Truly Human, Truly Yourself, Truly God's.




Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Monday, June 21, 2010

Rain run

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.





Sweat and rain
run mingled down my face
and grace and effort
stain my brindled shirt
as I run drenched and greening
through the cleaning flood
that flows as smooth
as blood runs in the river
of my veins, flows strong
among green things
that grow along the banks,
and I give thanks for
all that washes, blesses
and increases life
upon this earth, for strength
and health and length of days,
for each breath's birth,
for God's life-giving power
to amaze, in this co-Creation's
sweet, baptismal shower.






Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Beneath the veil

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


I’m off to Annual Conference, where we will spend most of our time talking about the Institutional Church, while the Risen Christ haunts us.  We will talk about budgets and policies and resolutions, while all about us and within us the Overwhelming Presence deeply and quietly breathes.  We will argue and vote and fret and take ourselves very seriously and when we are not looking, even in our dullness and oblivion, Life will give herself unceasingly to us.  Love will happen, justice and injustice will arise before us, lungs will somehow turn air into blood, death will pass into resurrection, and upon acceptance of the Committee’s Report we will break for lunch.  

So our consciousness proceeds, from duty to detail, while all around us Life unfolds, from miracle to wonder. Incarnation weds the mundane and the numinous. Holiness throbs right beneath the veil of outward appearances.  So as you make your way through the brittle mechanics of our political and industrial culture, don't be taken in by the ways of the world.  Play the game but remember that that’s what it is. Argue your points, fill out your paperwork and by all means call the question on the substitution of the amendment to the original motion.  Just remember to take yourself lightly.  Remember that none of this is real. What's real is in another dimension within, in the world of awe and miracle and gratitude. Stay mindful of the Passionate One who caresses us even as we fiddle with the knobs.   Keep your heart tuned to the Mystery.  Pay attention. Do the chores and keep your eyes peeled for the Light.  It takes guts and wisdom, but stay faithful here: be ready at any moment to abandon the apparently necessary task for the crucial work of love and wonder.




Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve




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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Sparrow

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Whether or not there are literally angels flying around, I do believe that the Divine Presence companions us in ways we can’t see. Angels of some kind accompany us, though we do not usually have ways of noticing them. They shelter us under their wings; they go with us in our hardest times. Even in death we are borne in their feathered care.

In 1973 my family crossed the Atlantic on a freighter carrying wheat to England. Birds descended on the ship as it was being loaded, feasting on spilled grain. We left in the middle of the night. At sea, we discovered a sparrow on board. We figured it had perched on the ship overnight and not realized it was a mobile vessel, until it was too late. The German crew and our small handful of passengers—half of us American, half German— adopted her as our pet.

On our journey we skirted Hurricane Elsie. Huge waves broke over the ship; harsh winds blasted us. As large as the ship was, the waves tossed it around like a stick. We knew how tiny we were in such a vast ocean, how vulnerable we were in such a powerful storm. All of us in our own ways hoped for safety, prayed for protection. The captain prohibited anyone from going out on deck. Of course we all worried about the sparrow. No one saw any sign of her anywhere.

After the storm, we felt a deep sense of relief and renewal as we emerged and could walk about the deck safely again. That first morning everyone searched for the sparrow, but no one saw her. An odd quiet settled over us at lunch, as if we had lost a friend. But after lunch news quickly spread around the ship, in English and German: She was alive! She had been spotted by a crew member. By that afternoon, several of us had seen her.

That she had somehow been spared—angels must have protected her—gave us a gift of hope and courage and gratitude. Knowing that every grain of wheat had been blown off the ship in the storm, we put out bread and water for her in little dishes for the rest of the trip, marveling that she had survived such a deathly storm.

When we came in sight of land, we knew we’d lose her. Sure enough, she circled up high above the ship. Knowing that we no longer needed her, our little guardian ascended into the heavens above us and headed off toward the white cliffs of Dover that shone in the morning sun. We, who had been so bravely accompanied, stood there, looking up into the air under the light, feathery clouds.


Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Monday, June 14, 2010

Birthing day

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Creating God,
make of this a birth-day,
a day of new beginnings,
day of the first Word,
before all sin or being forgiven,
new as all light,
rising dawn.

On this day, life-giving God,
birth me; set me in this world
to become more perfectly myself,
more fully who you create me to be,
an opening rose.

Make this day a day of birthing,
bringing to life
what you have sown
and woven within me,
letting it into the world,
unfolding light.

May it be as a dying-day,
released from all that was
into the coming world,
a word finally spoken.

Re-creating God,
let there be light,
and let me begin,
a newborn child.


____________________

Weather Report

Dawn,
always,
even in fading light,
as each moment in turn
becomes the first.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Friday, June 11, 2010

Psalm 5

O Listening Grace, hear me;
let the sigh of my heart lie against your chest.
Hold my cry like your child—
you who are Life and all Being,
the One to whom my prayers belong.
You hear me before my day dawns;
in the morning I put my desire in your hands
and I wait.

Evil is like darkness in your light;
in you my deadliness dies.
The closer I draw to you
the farther behind I leave my falsehood.

You see through our arrogance like glass,
and like glass you shatter our wrongdoing.
Your grace destroys our lies,
and our deceit evaporates in your truth.

Your mercy draws me into you;
your presence awes and awakens me.
Lead me, O Love, in your way of blessing,
despite those who would pull me elsewhere:
maintain the path so I don’t miss it.

There are those who are gushers of lies,
deep wells of hurt and destruction.
Their greed is a grave;
their fear is disguised as power.

Don’t let me fall for their deceit.
Let their disguises unravel about them.
Strip them naked of their lies
so that I can stay true to your grace.

Those who nest in you are safe forever;
our lives are songs of joy.
Surround us in your presence,
set free our joy in your embrace.
Your blessing is our inescapable gravity.
You hold us to you with love
as the earth holds us
and the air gives us breath.


_______________________________
Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Tidying

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.






Some day death with her seasoned hands
will come and change your bed,
lift the stale sheets from the mattress,
wrap her arms around you
and bear you off to the laundry,
and you will become clean and smooth.


Then why not let her once in a while
run her soft, ancient hands over you,
her long, steady white fingers,
and smooth out your wrinkles a little?





Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Thank you

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.



A woman in the city, who was a sinner, having learned that he was eating in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster jar of ointment. She stood behind him at his feet, weeping, and began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair. Then 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."

— Luke 7. 37-49



For all the sappy crayon drawings,
for the hopelessly cheap cards
sent by those who've never had to before,
for all the thanks that come from so far behind
they seem like pranks but are not,
for the secret favors, possibly wasted,
given in tangled thanks
for widely unrecognized but life-saving blessings,
for songs of heartfelt praise sung loudly and out of tune,
wearing a totally inappropriate dress,
for the hymns of prostitutes and the tears of drunks
and the awkward deals and ridiculous vows
of ex-cons, recovering creeps and former sleaze-balls,
for their laughable attempts, both noble and pathetic,
at some kind of tribute for the miracle
of being able to put one day in front of another,
for all the bizarre attempts at tokens of appreciation
botched by the invisible disfigurements
of the bullied and abused,
for all the slipshod, embarrassing, unacceptable ways,
in ignorance, poor judgment and terrible taste,
that the redeemed have found
to voice gratitude and amazement
at the simplest things,
at lives that are not as mangled as they started out to be,
for the once-cruel lover, restored,
who can't stop laughing to tears
even in crowded places,
for the sloppy embrace of the slut
who's been hit by the lightning of forgiveness,
for the homeless man, reeling from the novelty of respect,
who gives away his best piece of cardboard,
for the woman who bursts into sobs in church,
for every raw disclosure of the heart,
however garish or inept,

for these the Lord holds still,
and follows each tear on his feet
and gazing steadfastly says,
“Friend, thank you.”

And all you accomplished people
in right minds and good clothes and polished hearts
who have kept your composure and your treasure:
goofy as he looks doing that,
behold— he really means it.






Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Touch the river

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.




Touch the river
and you touch the mountain top,
the glacier, the dizzying waterfall.

Touch the river
and you touch the sea, vast and deep.
rumbling with whales.

Touch this moment
and you touch God, holy, infinite and eternal,
here, in this moment.







Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Monday, June 7, 2010

30 years

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Today Beth and I are celebrating our thirtieth wedding anniversary. In all the blessing, the love, the riches, the struggle, the self-discovery, the joy and the surprises of these thirty years, the greatest mystery is this: that through it all, in idyllic times and troubled ones, when it was easy and when it was hard, whether she felt like batting her eyelashes or rolling her eyes, she never left me, never gave up, never stopped loving me, never ceased to draw out of me my love for her.

Marriages go long and short, deep and shallow. Not everyone is as lucky as I. But I know this and trust it as surely as gravity: that love is at the heart of Being itself. Beth's love is not an oddity in this universe. It comes from somewhere. And thought it's taken hard work, my love is not a product of my effort. It's a gift. These thirty years are a glimpse of eternity. The deep love we've experienced is a part of a greater, infinite love that burns at the heart of all things. There is One who loves you deeply, unfailingly, gently, despite all your faults, including the most terrible things you've ever done. The Loving One, the Embracing Mystery, knows you at your worst and loves you. She also knows you at your best, better than you know yourself, and draws you toward that perfection with a strong and tender force. The Infinite Spirit of Love does not judge “worse” or “better” in you; she simply loves you and holds you to the truth of who you are.

“The Lord has called you like a wife forsaken and grieved in spirit” (Isa. 54.6). There is always more, deeper love to be had. That's the part that takes hard work, commitment, self-examination and sacrifice. But it's always, miraculously, abundantly worth it, a hundred times over. All you have to do is stay with her. Stay attentive, stay faithful. Receive her blessings. Learn her wisdom. Submit to her call in your heart. Serve her without hesitation. Love her. No matter what, give thanks. And riches beyond measure or deserving will be yours— now, for many years, and to eternal life.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Friday, June 4, 2010

For gentle patience

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


God, today I pray

for gentle patience,
as the earth that holds me, whatever I do;

for the hospitable acceptance of what is,
as the breeze that blows as it is led
and flows around what it must;

for curiosity,
as the plants that seek light;

for steadfast strength,
as the weeds that return;

for a light heart,
as the geese that fly overhead
laughing at each other;

for deep compassion,
as the sun and the rain that fall upon us,
giving us light and life and beauty.

God, today I pray for your eternal Spirit
by which you create the world each new day
to live in me, to create me anew,
to make me beautiful and kind,
to make me yours.
Amen.





Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Miracle

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother's only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the town. When the Lord saw her, he had compassion for her and said to her, "Do not weep." Then he came forward and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still. And he said, "Young man, I say to you, rise!" The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother.
— Luke 7.12-15

If we take the gospel seriously it leaves us with a heart-wrenching question: if Jesus could raise the dead once or twice, why didn't he always? What good is a miracle, even if it leads us to believe, if it's nothing that's ever really going to happen again? Why should we believe that he could raise the dead when in fact he won't?

I don't know.

But I do know that life is full of mystery, that death is real, and that compassion burns at the heart of all things. I know that death and suffering will not simply disappear. But I also believe that Love encounters us on our way, walks with us on each Via Dolorosa, and interrupts our funeral marches. And that therefore anything can happen. Our dead, even the most dearly missed and needed, even the most unjustly dead, are not likely to revive. But something is. I don't expect that I ever know what the miracle will be. But I know that it is not impossible.

I've done enough funerals as a pastor, shared through enough people's mourning, and lost my parents and a childhood friend, to know not to expect anything other than the permanence of death and the usual process of loss and grieving. But I also know that I don't know everything, that Love changes things, that the unexpected can happen, and that new life rises—not in the body of the deceased, but among us nonetheless. Sometimes some weird miracle does happen.

I don't know why Jesus doesn't just do more miracles. But for me not knowing leads to openness, not despair. Because I don't know, I know that anything can happen. Anything.

Be open.


Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Psalm 146

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.



O Holy Presence, Power of Life,
we praise you.
We praise you with our saying and doing;
we praise you by being.

Our life doesn't come from powerful people;
it's not soldiers who make us free.
What they control dies with them:
it's little stuff, not what's deeply life-giving.

But unbounded life wells up in us
when we open our hearts to your love for all,
when our hearts fall into the Heart
who is at the heart of all things—

you— who create galaxies,
who handmade the earth;
who filled the oceans drop by drop
and gave them their tiny and huge creatures,

you who never give up on us,
who liberate the oppressed,
who are food for the hungry
and who lift those who are bowed down.

O Love, you set us free
from whatever imprisons us;
you open our eyes when we are blind;
and in you we discover deep love.

You are present in the stranger;
you are the hope and dignity
of the homeless child, the single mother,
the strength of the vulnerable ones.

Hose who turn to you
you feed with life,
but the spirit of selfishness
you starve to death.

Holy One,
you love the world into being.
Amazing!
Amazing!





Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The masterpiece

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


A composer labored over a symphony,
creating with ordinary instruments
the very music of heaven.

Even before its debut,
word spread of its beauty,
of its power to transfigure the listener,

and the honor
the masterpiece would bring
to their little town.

Tickets to the performance
were ridiculously expensive,
granting the highest social standing.

On the day of the concert
people fought their way in,
though the composer sat in the back.

As the orchestra began, people were swept away.
Within the first few notes they were weeping.
Within a minute they were in ecstasy.

Before the orchestra had even played through
the first theme, the audience was shouting,
hailing as a genius the startled composer,

whom they carried on their shoulders
out of the theater and into the square,
where they soon erected a statue

of the composer, whose masterpiece,
beyond the first few measures,
to their dying days, they never actually heard.




Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


_______________________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@hotmail.com