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Now the Work of Christmas Begins

31 Tuesday Dec 2024

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, Justice, Poems, Reflections

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Frosted blue spruce tree.

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of traveling back to Santa Barbara and presenting some reflections on Christmas to an ecumenical Christian group. The title of my presentation was:

The Word Becomes Flesh: Christmas as a Holy Invitation to Incarnational Living

     It’s always good to begin with a story, so here’s one that’s been around:

     Excited about Christmas, a little boy was finishing a letter to Santa with a list of the Christmas presents he badly wanted. And then, just to make sure he had covered all of his bases, he decided to send his Christmas wish list to Jesus as well. The letter to Jesus began, “Dear Jesus, I just want you to know that I’ve been good for six months now.” Then it occurred to him that Jesus knew this wasn’t true.

     After a moment’s reflection, he crossed out “six months” and wrote “three months.” He thought some more, then crossed out “months” and replaced it with “weeks.” “I’ve been good for three weeks,” his letter now read. Realizing Jesus knew better than this, he put down his paper, went over to the Nativity set sitting on a table in his home, and picked up the figure of Mary. He then took out a clean piece of paper and began to write another letter: “Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again …”[i]

     The Word Becomes Flesh: Christmas as a Holy Invitation to Incarnational Living

     I titled my presentation before I really knew what I would say – I only knew that I wanted to reflect on what Christmas means to me. I’ve always thought of Christmas as an invitation – an invitation to more fully understand God’s deepest dreams for our lives and our world, that we might become more fully human and reflect the divine image within us, embracing just how unconditionally loved and accepted we are. Jesus is the exemplar of what it means to live a vibrant human life deeply connected to the Source of Life … the Divine Center! 

     Christmas is a season of special significance for those of us who follow the Christ of the Gospel. It is a season that brings to fulfillment the promises God made to humankind from the very beginning – that God comes near to us when our hearts are open and attuned to the Divine Presence. In the fullness of time, Jesus came near to us in human flesh and lived among us as the very revelation of God’s love, grace and peace. This Jesus of history becomes for those of us who believe the Christ of faith. 

     In Matthew’s account of Jesus’ birth, he quotes the prophet Isaiah, saying, “Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call him Emmanuel,” which means, “God is with us.” (Matt. 1:23) We use the word Incarnation to describe what we believe God has done – in God’s child Jesus the divine Word “becomes flesh.” It’s like having all the promises of scripture revealed in the clearest possible fashion as God is enfleshed in the Human One, Jesus of Nazareth.

     How this happens remains a mystery, and I won’t try to further explain it. Rather I want to spend the next 20 minutes talking about why God would come to us in Jesus and what this incredible gift of Divine Life among us might mean for the ways we choose to live in this world!

     As we approach Christmas, I encourage you to see this season as a holy invitation to incarnational living! As you contemplate the mystery of Emmanuel, “God with us,” in the days ahead, I hope you will begin to more fully celebrate all the ways you already believe that to be true – where you notice the nudges of the Holy in your life, where you experience God moments, where you glimpse the Sacred amid the ordinary moments of life, and where Grace becomes especially real and transparent to you as you move through each day. 

     Those of you who know me, know that I include poetry in just about anything I do, since the language of poetry is especially suited to convey mystery.

     So, because we are in the season of Advent, we begin with a portion of a poem by Ann Weems, called “In Search of Our Kneeling Places”

In each heart lies a Bethlehem,
    an inn where we must ultimately answer
         whether there is room or not.
When we are Bethlehem-bound
    we experience our own advent in his. …
This Advent let’s go to Bethlehem
    and see this thing that the Lord has made known to us.
In the midst of shopping sprees
    let’s ponder in our hearts the Gift of Gifts. …
In the excitement and confusion, in the merry chaos,
    let’s listen for the brush of angels’ wings.
This Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem
    and find our kneeling place.[ii]

     We only begin to appreciate the Incarnation when we approach it from a place of awe as we kneel in wonder, prayer, and praise!

     The life of a Christian is by definition a life that seeks to follow the Christ, and this act of following begins in adoration. So we need to find our kneeling place each morning as we set out on the journey of faith.

     If the birth of the Christ child prompts within us a holy invitation to take up lives that incarnate the love of God, it’s wise to take some time to reflect more fully on how this kind of incarnational living is embodied or comes alive in us. 

I want to suggest three possible ways of living incarnationally. They are, of course, not the only ways, just a start!

  1. Incarnational living means recognizing the Divine Presence in all of creation, including you and me.

     Richard Rohr – Franciscan priest, author, and teacher – whose work is grounded in practices of contemplation and compassion for the marginalized, writes that “the core message of the incarnation of God in Jesus is that the Divine Presence is here, in us and in all of creation, and not only ‘over there’ in some far-off realm.”[iii]

     In 2 Peter 1:4, we read that God “has given us something very great and wonderful … we are able to share the divine nature!” Or, as The Message paraphrases this verse: “We were … given absolutely terrific promises to pass on to you—your tickets to participation in the life of God…”

      So, the Divine Presence – the eternal Christ presence – is here in this place, in each one of us, and in all creation. There is a Life at the heart of all life that is holy. There is an essential interrelatedness in all that lives within God’s good creation. We are able to link our lives with the Divine Life. This is an amazing truth to contemplate, because it means that wherever we go the Divine Presence – the eternal Christ presence – is already there, and whatever we do we are potentially participating in the life of God.

      I like how one modern-day teacher of Celtic wisdom, John Philip Newell, calls us to practice sacred imagination in our day. He believes that for the sake of our world we need “to truly wake up to the sacredness of the earth and every human being and do what we can to serve this sacredness in one another and the creatures” of this earth. He says we need “a consciousness of soul” to wake up to the sacred interrelationship of all things, “a strength of soul” to commit to live in accordance with this interrelationship, and “a beauty of soul” to be willing to serve this oneness with love, even at the cost of sacrifice.[iv]

      So, in saying that incarnational living has to do with recognizing the Divine Presence in all of creation, we are saying that the gift of Christmas is that it invites us to expand our narrow vision of who and where God is. Jesus comes to help us see with compassionate eyes the whole world – a creation deeply and eternally loved by God! Christ is present among us to help us see how our lives are lovingly interconnected with all life on this swirling planet we call home!

II. Incarnational living means exercising your capacity for blessing.

         You are an instrument of blessing from the very heart of God, for blessing is God’s incarnate love unleashed on the world. Think of Jesus blessing the disciples and commissioning them to go out and bless all they meet, even those who mean them harm (Luke 6:27-31). “Do to others as you would have them do to you,” Jesus commands. “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

          Blessing is a commitment to truly seeing others. Has anyone ever said to you that they feel seen by you? Seeing someone as the unique person they are is an essential first step in blessing them. 

          Blessing literally means “to speak well of someone,”[v] and Jesus instructs us to do so whether that person is a friend, a stranger, or an enemy. Blessing is a way of communicating the amazing grace of God who pours out grace upon grace in our lives! “Life itself is grace,” Frederick Buechner likes to say. It is a “fathomless mystery.”[vi] So we need to listen with care to our own lives and to the lives of others as well.

          “Listening is a form of worship,” says poet James Crew, “but you don’t have to kneel / on the floor with folded hands / or mouth the perfect prayer. / Just open the door of yourself / to another, become the space / they step through to show you / who they are. This is holiness: / two people seated together / on the pew of a park bench, / at the altar of a kitchen table. / Even if no one says a word / for a while, receive the silence / until it’s like a language / only the two of you can speak.”[vii]

          Blessing is our gift to the world. We bless others by seeing them, by listening to their lives with them, and by giving away some of our own life so that they can experience more life.

          Ronald Rolheiser compares the act of blessing to “a blessing grandmother or a blessing grandfather, not suffering but joyful, smiling and beaming with pride at the life and energy of the young, basking in that energy and radiating from every pore of his or her being the words of the Creator: ‘It is good! Indeed, it is very good! In you I take delight!’”[viii]

          Still, blessing takes different forms at different times. When someone is grieving a deep loss in life, blessing needs to be filled with compassion. When my wife Dallis died four years ago, the book of blessings for times of grief written by Jan Richardson consoled me. Here’s one of her blessings, written following the death of her husband Gary, that may help you understand better the gift of blessing you have to offer someone as they wade through the troubled waters of grief. 

    The Blessing You Should Not Tell Me[ix]

    Do not tell me 
    there will be a blessing
    in the breaking,
    that it will ever
    be a grace
    to wake into this life
    so altered,
    this world
    so without.

    Do not tell me
    of the blessing
    that will come
    in the absence.

    Do not tell me
    that what does not
    kill me
    will make me strong
    or that God will not 
    send me more than I
    can bear.

    Do not tell me
    this will make me
    more compassionate,
    more loving,
    more holy.

    Do not tell me
    this will make me
    more grateful for what
    I had.

    Do not tell me
    I was lucky.

    Do not even tell me
    there will be a blessing.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of breathing with me.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of sitting with me
    when you cannot think
    of what to say.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of asking about him—
    how we met
    or what I loved most
    about the life
    we have shared;
    ask for a story 
    or tell me one
    because a story is, finally,
    the only place on earth
    he lives now.

    If you could know
    what grace lives
    in such a blessing,
    you would never cease
    to offer it.

    If you could glimpse
    the solace and sweetness
    that abide there,
    you would never wonder
    if there was a blessing
    you could give
    that would be better
    than this – 
    the blessing of 
    your own heart
    opened
    and beating
    with mine.

          No one escapes loss or grief in this life – it’s part of the human condition. Jesus knows the suffering of the human heart and he chooses to heal, to forgive, to love and to bless everyone he meets. In Jesus – “Emmanuel, God with us” – we see the compassionate heart of God for the world.

          Shortly after I retired and moved to Ashland, I joined the spiritual care team at a local residential Hospice house. In our training, we learned that our role as volunteers was to be present, to be kind, and to be honest.Notice the phrasing “to be” rather than “to do.” In the company of those experiencing deep losses, it was important for us to understand our role as those who accompany another on life’s journey through death. These guidelines also seem to me to be a good philosophy for living in relationship with others in the spirit of Christ. 

          As we read the gospels, so often these are the ways that Jesus meets whoever is before him. He is presentwith them. He sees them exactly as they are, but through eyes of compassion. He is kind. He illumines the loving-kindness of God. And he is honest. He tells the truth without recrimination and only so that the one before him can recognize it and decide what they will do with it.

          We who follow Christ have the capacity to bless others as well with our presence, our kindness, and our honesty. We can look upon the world with eyes of compassion for we know we have been recipients of such generous love ourselves. We can see others through the lens of grace for it is only grace that has saved us. 

          Incarnational living means breathing in the life of God and breathing out blessing for all that God has created and loved.

    III. Incarnational living means doing the work of Christmas every day.

          Christian preacher and teacher Tony Campolo once said, “Jesus never says to the poor: ‘come find the church’, but he says to those of us in the church: ‘go into the world and find the poor, hungry, homeless, imprisoned.”

          Christmas is an invitation to follow Jesus into the world and embody the same kind of compassionate presence that he did. It’s an invitation to befriend the lonely, heal the broken, bless the one wounded by life. Incarnational living means picking up the mantle of Jesus’ ministry and letting it live through you. It is to “let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,” as we read in Philippians 2:5, and emptying yourself in order to serve those around you. 

         To mark the day when the Christmas season comes to an end on the feast of Epiphany, Howard Thurman, an African-American theologian, educator, and civil rights leader, wrote this benediction.

    Now the Work of Christmas Begins[x]

    When the song of the angels is stilled,
    when the star in the sky is gone,
    when the kings and princes are home,
    when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
    the work of Christmas begins:
    to find the lost,
    to heal the broken,
    to feed the hungry,
    to release the prisoner,
    to rebuild the nations,
    to bring peace among the people,
    to make music in the heart.

         “Jesus came to incarnate God’s presence and love to humanity. But before he left this earth, he called us to do the same in his name. Jesus’ followers are intended to put flesh on the invisible God, to incarnate God for the world. We know what this looks like because we see incarnation in Jesus as we read the Gospels. (The apostle) Paul … (calls) the church … ‘the body of Christ.’ We are the ongoing incarnation.”[xi]

          We who seek to incarnate the unconditional love of God for the world can choose to live as justice-seeking, love-creating, truth-telling, hope-birthing people![xii] Or as biblical theologian Walter Brueggemann states it: “Like the ancient prophets, we are dispatched back to the good work entrusted to us. It is the work of peace-making. It is the work of truth-telling. It is the work of justice-doing. It is good work, but it requires our resolve to stay it, even in the face of forces to the contrary that are sure to prevail for a season.”[xiii]

          Christmas is a holy invitation to:

    1. recognize the Divine Presence in all of creation,
    2. exercise your God-given capacity for blessing others, and 
    3. continue the good work of Christmas every day.

          May we, by the grace of God, more fully embrace incarnational living this Christmas so that our lives are a blessing to others and to the world, showing forth the light and love of Christ!

    Mark Lloyd Richardson


    [i] Adam Hamilton, Incarnation: Rediscovering the Significance of Christmas (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 2020), pp. 46-7.

    [ii] Ann Weems, Kneeling in Bethlehem (Philadelphia, The Westminster Press, 1980), p. 19.

    [iii] Richard Rohr, The Universal Christ, p. 29. St. Athanasius (296-373) says that God reveals God’s Self everywhere in creation, “so that nothing was left devoid of his Divinity … so that ‘the whole universe was filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters fill the sea.’’” (Athanasius, De Incarnatione Verbi 45).

    [iv] John Philip Newell, Sacred Earth Sacred Soul (New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2021), p. 143.

    [v] The English term “to bless” comes from Latin benedicere, literally “to speak well of” (as in bene – meaning well or good, and dicere – meaning to speak). Thus, at its root, to bless someone is to speak well of him or her.

    [vi] Frederick Buechner, Listening to your Life: Daily Meditations with Frederick Buechner.

    [vii] James Crew, poem “How to Listen,” San Luis Obispo County Arts Council email. 

    [viii] Ronald Rolheiser, Sacred Fire: A Vision for a Deeper Human and Christian Maturity (New York: Image, 2014), p. 242.

    [ix] Jan Richardson, The Cure for Sorrows: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief (Orlando, FL: Wanton Gospeller Press, 2016), pp. 53-4.

    [x] The poem “The Work of Christmas” is from Howard Thurman’s The Mood of Christmas and Other Celebrations and is used by permission of Friends United Press. All rights reserved.

    [xi] Adam Hamilton, Incarnation, p. 112.

    [xii] From an Academy for Spiritual Formation email.

    [xiii] Walter Brueggemann, quoted on Progressive Christians.

    Blessing the Beauty and the Suffering

    16 Sunday Jun 2024

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings

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    “Life is a gift. But it is a gift shrouded in pain.”
    ~ Noel O’Donoghue

    To walk in this world,
    to receive the gifts of earth and sea and sky,
    to hear the breath of our origins in the wind,
    to step upon the land of our ancestors,
    to greet creatures great and small in wonder, 
    to listen with compassion to the earth’s memory,
    is to live.

    Beauty is all around,
    in the ancient and the new,
    in places near and far away,
    in all paths that seek wholeness and peace,
    in all hearts that hold space for the other.

    Beauty is within each one,
    beloved and valued by the Eternal Presence,
    bearing holiness in our intricately made bodies,
    birthing gentleness among the weary.

    We carry sorrow too though.
    It is our companion through this life.
    The brokenness around us cannot be ignored.
    Neither can the brokenness within.

    The pain of the inhumane.
    The pain of the neglected.
    The pain of the victims of violence.
    The pain of the discarded and unworthy.

    The pain of injustice.
    The pain of separation.
    The pain of exclusion.
    The pain of indifference.

    Suffering is all around, 
    in the long ago and the near at hand,
    in places we know 
    and those just beyond our reach,
    in all paths that sow division and fear,
    in all hearts that close themselves off.

    Suffering is within each one,
    in the feeling of being lost or forsaken,
    removed from the deep love we once knew,
    in the harshness of life on the edge.

    Yet may our love of life not be diminished.

    Bless the suffering ones, O Lord,
    bind the wounded ones,
    bring peace to places of discord,
    encourage the despairing,
    gladden the hearts of the grieving, 
    lend your light to all our paths.

    Bless and protect the sacred gifts of life
    that flow in and among us,
    that all of us
    and indeed all of creation
    may one day worship at the altar
    where heaven and earth meet
    and all injury may be pardoned
    and all suffering be relieved
    and all brokenness be mended
    and all tears be wiped away.

    ~ Mark Lloyd Richardson

    Blessing for When You Don’t Know Where to Begin

    31 Tuesday Aug 2021

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, grief, Reflections

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    Award-winning photo of Morro Rock by Dallis Day Richardson

    Blessing for When You Don’t Know Where to Begin

    This blessing isn’t sure where to begin.
    So many steps are just steps in the dark. 
    So much of life is shaped by uncertainty.
    So many questions litter our paths.
    Where to begin.

    Where to begin in mending one’s shattered heart.
    Where to begin in creating a life on one’s own.
    Where to begin in accepting joy when it comes.
    Where to begin.

    Even if there are discernible first steps, then what?
    At the core of being human the heart beats
    with a force originating in the earth’s beginnings
    where fire and water and soil and air collide
    and explode into wondrous breathtaking life!
    Is this the place where healing begins –
    as you immerse yourself in this cosmic life force?
    If so, where do you learn how to do this?

    This blessing sees how often you lose your way
    as you unsteadily chart a strange new path alone
    without another soul truly able to guide you.
    What could anyone possibly say?
    They would be trying to piece you back together
    into their vision of wholeness.

    This blessing admits defeat when necessary.
    There is no winning the wrestling match with grief
    when it approaches with muscles bulging
    and gaze focused squarely on your weaknesses.
    It will pin you every time.
    Every damn time.

    Maybe though, just maybe,
    this is precisely what you need –
    a sweeping wide-ranging battle to live
    with the very things you fear most –
    loneliness,
    meaninglessness,
    being forgotten 
    left behind
    as the world moves on,
    accepting undeserved joy –
    as you spar with your muscled opponent
    who looks surprisingly familiar,
    like someone you’ve encountered before
    but haven’t seen in years.

    Mark Lloyd Richardson
    August 27, 2021
    7 months

    Blessing While Searching for Home

    26 Monday Jul 2021

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, grief, Reflections

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    blessing, death, dying, grief, home, refuge, sanctuary, shelter, trust

    Dallis on Hanalei Beach, Kauai (2017)

    Blessing While Searching for Home

    When we fell in love
    it was a long and lovely fall
    tumbling heart first
    into a trust so deep and wide
    neither of us recognized it at first.

    Here where the soul is bare
    and unashamed
    and caught off guard 
    by the beauty of another
    we discovered home
    for the first time in our lives.

    It is not to be taken for granted –
    this serendipity of finding
    what we knew our souls needed
    but had never been able to find –
    a shelter from the storm,
    a refuge amid life’s troubles,
    a sanctuary of healing grace.

    Your dying
    shook the foundations
    of this home we fashioned
    out of love and sweat
    and laughter and tears.

    Now many questions travel with me
    in this liminal territory I’ve entered –
    where am I to turn for shelter,
    how will I recover a sense of home,
    how do I cultivate a circle of trust,
    how does one pray with a heart bereft,
    how do I travel this long, lonely road?

    Travel with me, sweetheart.
    Please, I pray, travel with me,
    as I wait for answers 
    and go in search of them.

    Travel with me, sweetheart,
    and in the traveling
    hold these questions with me
    until a new dawn arrives.

    Travel with me
    and be home for me,
    and in the sweet mystery of love
    be home with me.

    Mark Lloyd Richardson
    July 27, 2021

    Blessing of the Unexpected

    20 Sunday Jun 2021

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    This blessing
    is not the one you expect.

    You
    who wonder 
    if a time will ever come
    when contentment
    comes calling again.

    You
    who limp through most days
    on legs weary 
    from carrying
    the heaviness of grief.

    You
    who look for signs
    amid the trees
    and birds of the air
    that there is yet some life
    able to flourish
    and fly.

    You
    who struggle
    with even the simplest things.

    You 
    who have given up on the why,
    and need to know how – 
    how to be,
    how to move,
    how to breathe,
    how to live.

    The heart knows its way home.
    It does.
    The heart – 
    your heart – 
    has always hungered for wholeness,
    has always delighted in joy,
    has always longed for love,
    has always looked for the truest way.

    This blessing may not be 
    the one you expect.
    Yet it is the one you receive – 
    even as your heart aches,
    and healing seems slow,
    and days long.

    This blessing
    meets you where you are
    and remains with you – 
    in the silent spaces,
    in the open wounds,
    in the private pain,
    for as long as you need.

    This blessing knows
    that even though it seems impossible – 
    you will be well again,
    you will be whole again,
    in the fullness of time.

    ~ Mark Lloyd Richardson
    June 2021

    Blessing the Rooms You Inhabit

    01 Tuesday Jun 2021

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, grief, Reflections

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    change, grief work, invitation to live, living urn, remembering

    The pillows
    you bought last year for the futon 
    are lovely shades 
    of lavender and blue
    and we both loved them
    yet we knew right away
    they weren’t nearly big enough.

    So, I bought larger ones 
    in a complementary color
    to slip behind them.
    I hope you don’t mind.

    The dining room tablecloth
    of earthy browns and deep reds
    we have had for years
    has never been my favorite
    (sorry for not telling you)
    and especially now
    as I seek out cheerier colors.

    So, I put a bright floral tablecloth
    of many colors 
    on the table
    and may go in search of others like it.
    I hope you don’t mind.

    Reddish brown pottery pieces
    you picked up at local pottery sales
    have been displayed on a shelf
    one taller than the other
    and while the designs 
    carved by the artists on them 
    are intriguing
    the colors have never appealed to me.

    So, they are now in a box
    in the garage
    that will eventually go 
    to the thrift store.
    I hope you don’t mind.

    The living room
    where the final weeks of your life
    were spent in a hospital bed
    looking out at the trees and plants
    rabbits, squirrels and birds
    needed a feng shui makeover
    which I’ve attempted
    complete with a little garden 
    of green and flowering plants
    in the windowed corner of the room
    on what was your puzzle table.

    At this table
    where you stood
    often gently moving to music
    while working a puzzle
    I have placed the living urn
    gleaming white
    with a Hawaiian Umbrella tree 
    planted and nurtured 
    in the soil with you.
    I hope you don’t mind.
    (In fact, I hope it pleases you.)

    I’m not trying to erase anything, sweetheart,
    about our lovely life together.

    But I realize I can’t leave everything the same
    or I will soon be mired in the past.

    And I can’t change everything either
    (nor do I want to)
    or I might become forgetful
    of all that was so beautiful 
    about you and me
    together.

    So, I make room
    in the here and now moments
    of each new day
    to simply be present
    to that which opens up before me
    like a holy invitation
    to live again.

    ~ Mark Lloyd Richardson

    Blessing

    27 Wednesday Apr 2016

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, Poems

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    Ganna Walska Lotusland, Santa Barbara, CA

    Blessing is
    the feeling you get
    when the day’s gifts
    are more
    than your gratitude can hold.

    Blessing sings
    in the sunlight
    and dances in the rain
    knowing
    each is irreplaceable.

    Blessing favors
    no one
    it is not stingy or reluctant
    it seeks new ways
    to express itself each day.

    Blessing sleeps
    on the pillows
    of the just and the unjust
    yet truly awakens only in those
    who seek God with pure hearts.

    Blessing reaches
    the furthest limits
    of human endeavor
    and sets those who receive it
    on holy ground.

    Blessing surprises.
    Blessing breaks open that which is closed.
    Blessing speaks to our deepest need.
    Blessing wraps us in God’s grace.
    Blessing completes.

    Copyright (c) 2016 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    An Invitation Cleverly Disguised as a Blessing

    16 Friday Mar 2012

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, Prayers

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    authentic self, best life, blessing, devotion, gift of life, God's creation, God's love, holy adventure, imperfections, invitation, live deeply into grace, St. Patrick's day

    Tomorrow is Saint Patrick’s Day, and of course, the Irish are known for their blessings!

    I am not Irish, but I have heard that on this day of celebration, we can all claim to be Irish for a day! In that spirit, I share the following blessing. After writing it, I realized the words were an invitation or challenge to more fully appreciate the blessedness of all life.

     

    An Invitation Cleverly Disguised as a Blessing

    May you find room in God’s irreplaceable creation
    to fully explore life’s paths of being and becoming!

    May you grasp the immensity of God’s love for you –
    a love opening wide the door for you to live your best life!

    May you dare to be real, and understand the greatest gift
    one person can give another is one’s authentic self!

    May you be blessed with steadfast friends
    who love you in spite of your imperfections!

    May you comprehend the holy adventure that life is –
    an adventure demanding your utmost devotion!

    May you recognize in this glorious gift of being alive
    a measure of your responsibility to live deeply into grace!

    Photo above by Dallis Richardson, taken at Ragged Point, north of San Simeon, California.
    Words (c) 2012, Mark Lloyd Richardson. All rights reserved.

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