Fishers of people

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                    I

In his little boat the fisherman floats out on a deep mystery that provides. His net woven of many strands is a gathering, for gathering. He casts it into dark waters and hauls in light. Not for himself but those hungry in the village, from the unseen he offers sustenance.


The fly fisher admires the river, runs her eyes along its surface like her hands on fine furniture. She sees beneath into the depths and sees unseen the beauty flashing, knows without knowing the life given there. Not with will to overpower but adoration of the holy she casts, she works the fly and waits for the communicating tug, the splendor rising.

With this focus, not to catch but to evoke, not to control but to connect, she loves people, and seeks out the grace flashing beneath their eyes, the love rising in them.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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