it’s a day for giving things up.
but those ashes, they speak symbol in so many ways, and i’m left envisioning how we all walk – every single day – with gray marks of sorrow grazed upon our foreheads. how we all carry, ready in memory, the moments in our lives when we crumbled broken and spilled upon the ground.
we who are made of clay are so easily broken … and the masking tape idols of stuff, of busy, of diversion are as futile as all the king’s horses and all the king’s men at putting us back together again.
cried out – not to painkillers or television or empty religion – but to the very God who breathed spirit into dust, the Creator who loves because His name is Love.
the God who always – always – answers the call of the brokenhearted. Who rolls away the stone, and pulls us from death’s grip … out of ashes and into joy unspeakable.
if you find yourself in ashes today, take courage: Easter is Coming.