Greet the ashes
Here’s a Lent practice that might be in direct opposition to your ad algorithms: Look in the mirror each day.Greet the ashes. Whether or not you will have them smeared across your face to mark the start of Lent, the signs the ashes point to are already there: The fine lines the latest creams claimContinue reading “Greet the ashes”
Not the Final Supper
Lord teach me to live well in light of deathIn the shadows, rather, of its realityTo build theology around this dark scaffolding. As reminders of death abound.As I ruminate on the recent death of my mother,As I witness the ever-nearing death of my dog,As I receive the daily rhythms,Submitting to rest,Submitting to sickness,Submitting to theContinue reading “Not the Final Supper”
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