Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
Robbed and wounded on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho, you lie in life's rough ditch, unable. Your strength and your treasure pass you by.
Your shadow sees you and is moved with compassion. Your pain comes to you. Your failure bends over you.
Your need for forgiveness bathes your wounds. Your weakness wraps you in clean bands. Your unworthiness gathers you in knowing arms.
Your brokenness carries you to safe shelter. Your poverty says, “Treat this one as my Beloved. I will return, and pay the cost.”
There is no other grace. There is no less dangerous life. There is no other salvation.
Who can tell what stranger will be chosen without knowledge as your innkeeper, your care giver?
Who can know what dark Samaritan, pushed away, will come back to you in your need?
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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