Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     He's on his knees, not all pious like the paintings but on his hands and knees trying to breathe, forehead in the dirt, unraveled by the cup that won't pass from him.

No one loves life more, has faced death down and won, has pulled people back from the dark like he has. But now?

What changes? What makes him take the cup? A voice in the garden isn't enough.

He prays over his death, the cup of his life poured out in love, all of it, he prays for his life, prays for the love that is his life, and finds himself praying for the people he loves. And it is they who change him.

By the end he is not praying for release. He is praying for us.

It is you who makes him know that this is worth it.

He stands and turns.

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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