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From the Pastor
Our guest pastoral letter writer this month is Rev. Steve Garnaas-Holmes.
Traveling light
Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests,
but the Human One has nowhere to lay their head.
—Luke 9.58
Humble One,
to follow you I have to unpack more than I carry;
not much fits in my little bag of faith.
Here is my sense of entitlement, my expectation
that I will belong and be accepted and tended to.
I leave it behind.
Here is my attachment to comfort and security,
and my favorite things. They don't fit.
Here's my expectation that I'll accomplish great things.
Way too heavy. And look—
crammed in the bottom of my overstuffed trunk,
my secret belief that I'm at the center,
that the children of Gaza or the immigrant
or the uncertain trans kid or the MAGA radical
are not mine—that I have a separate place,
a little nest, a safe foxhole. Nope. Gone.
All that fits in my little bag of faith is you,
and your passion for the whole world, all of it.
All that fits is trust, and kindness.
OK. I've unpacked. I'm ready.
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