Remember, dust you are and to dust you shall return.
I love Henri Nouwen. A reading from his writing in today's Ash Wednesday service expressed my feelings so well - that it seems like Christmas is only just over and there should be a few more weeks before Lent begins. But nonetheless, Lent is here and it is always good timing.
Today at times I found myself wishing it were Ash Wednesday every day. To be reminded of the frailty of my own life by an ashen cross placed on the source of my pride and self-importance was sobering. I realized that some of my biggest failings in relationships with other people stem from some deep convictions that I am better than they. I often think I am worth more - even if those words never really cross my mind. Patience, compassion, grace, generosity - these qualities are easily squashed by their ugly counterparts.
But the blessing of the ashes on my head today was that in a few moments throughout the day, as I absentmindedly scratched my forehead, blackened fingernail tips served as gentle admonitions that my life is no more or less valuable than that of anyone else. And I only wish I could have such visible reminders every day.
Create in me a pure heart, O God.
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Psalm 51:10
Comments (1)
Well stated.
Amen.