Remember that you are dust...
As I went to put my alb away-along with my heavy cloak and balck stole-I bent down to pick up the hanger I dropped before the service, oblivious to the processional candle standing there in the closet. Smack! went my forehead on the dripcatcher. When I got home to wash the ashes off, I noticed the cut on my forehead, dried blood and all. Now the ashes are gone but the mark remains and probably will for a week or so.
We tend to like to get such things over with quickly, why dwell upon the sad stuff. Like going straight from Palm Sunday to Easter. I've always wondered about folks who come to Ash Wednesday services yet eschew the imposition of ashes. We had a few of them last night. But, we also had a few late comers who approached me later in the service, during the sharing of peace, for ashes. I quickly went to the sacristy and returned. Even after the service, someone came to me for ashes as well. MAde it all seemed worthwhile and no inconvenience at all.
The faith is inconvenient at times. We like to skip over some parts as I said earlier. But Jesus never said it would be convenient, just that he would be there.
Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return...
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