Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     I cast my suffering away and bind it onto you— or so I think. But pain is a thick cord, a sticky strand, a thread spun deep within that does not break. The web, once woven, only joins. Every act of cruelty or blame, every thought that someone deserves some pain, every permission given for one to suffer for another, secretes another thread, a stronger cord, and weaves a thicker web. I cast the lines, and they wholly bind me. Anger winds me in its sheets. I am matted together in one mass with all whom I have rejected or hurt. I am covered in my own life-sucking cocoon, unable to move, to breathe, to imagine, doomed never to change from life into life — until, because we are wrapped together, I see my victim, my neighbor as myself, and in the burning anguish of my seeing dissolve the binding ropes, and then come out, so fragile and small, and willing to be wounded, finally free.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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