Like being pregnant for the second time, I experience
both apprehension and extreme excitement about what I know is coming!
There is something about the ritual of Ash
Wednesday that touches the root and core of our being.
As the ashes are put on my forehead, I am humbly
reminded of my place in this vast universe. As our pastor noted today, the
cross on the forehead is also a reminder of the moment at baptism when the priest, parents,
and godparents are asked to make the sign of the cross on the child to be baptized. Since that moment, I have been claimed for God!
But perhaps most importantly, I am also reminded
of my total and complete dependence on God. The ashes may be the first symbol,
but it is the purple season itself that becomes the scalpel through which my
illusions of control and independence are stripped.
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