Ashes. Dark, grey, mournful and cold. Somber companions on our Lenten journey, the beckon us to come, to repent, to remember our God.
Ashes. Tradition and ritual, liturgy and penance, remembrance and renewal. Somber reminders of Christ in our darkness.
Ashes. Every promise held dear, every tear shed, every hope redeemed. In these ashes lie the fragility and frailty of human life, the love of a savior for whom we wait. We enter into somberness for a time, eyes ahead toward a rising hope.
Ashes. Frailty. Resilience. Hope. Life.
Remember, you are dust, and to dust you shall return.