Reposted from RevGalBlogPals Friday Prayer: I saw the wildfires, Lord. The flames licking at houses, scorching trees. The stuff of homes and families and memories… GONE. I am undone. The raging power of the flames scared me, their passion was so all-consuming. but unlike the fires, You are not capricious. You are not destructive. I … More Ashes Again
One day can be a lot like another… But today, at the end of the day, I changed one role for the other. I stepped out of my chaplain role and donned my pastor’s robe and stole, and assisted in leading the Ash Wednesday service with my pastor and friend, Jill. We shared soup and … More Remember you are Dust…
Several years ago in my first year of chaplaincy I learned that there’s a little technique involved in imposing ashes. (Maybe you went to “ashes imposing class” in seminary — we didn’t have that class.) I also learned that the ashes grind into my skin. Every wrinkle and crevice in my fingers are stained black. I … More Dirty Hands
