Lord’s Prayer version — Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA

Our Mother, our Father, Source of our being, whose presence is heaven, all Creation sings of you, “Holy!” May your Realm unfold among us, your desire be fulfilled, this world blossoming out of your delight. Give us the breath of life, one breath at a time. Accept our brokenness; give us acceptance of others who […]

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Child of God — Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA

I am a child of God, God’s beloved, in whom God is pleased. I dwell in the arms of God. You are a child of God, God’s beloved, in whom God is pleased. You dwell in the arms of God. We all are children of God, God’s beloved, in whom God is pleased. We all dwell in […]

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Worn Spot – Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA

   There’s a dip in the stone step in the threshold of the old cathedral, worn where thousands of pilgrims have stepped as they entered the darkness to pray. Even in the old country church the railing is rubbed bare where the faithful have grasped, have leaned, have hoped. There is a worn spot at […]

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C – Prayers for Tuesday

A reflection by Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA The rain stopped long ago; skies are blue. But on the morning path the breeze shakes down showers the trees have been holding onto. I will gladly drown in this blessing. Awakening this morning in bed, as my conscious mind opened up it filled with what day this is, who […]

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Pentecost — Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA

You breathe in. You breathe out. You breathe fire, the making of stars, the winds of creation. You breathe a Word that goes out and lays hands on people to heal and bless. You breathe God in. and God out. You speak grace in tongues you can’t know. Look at us, walking around, glowing embers. […]

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Rachel weeps — Steve Garnaas-Holmes, USA

Chemical warfare in Syria and the bombs targeted in response by the United States of America, led to this reflection.   The Empire Feeds Cold and dark clamp down on us. The Empire feeds itself, human bodies as fuel, boots tracking blood. Rachel weeping for her children, we’ve heard it before. The man with the megaphone doesn’t […]

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