March 5, 2014 by Erin
Dust you are, and to dust you shall return.
Today is Ash Wednesday. Mortality, finitude, helplessness, brokenness, sin.
Confronting these deep and inalterable realities is nearly unbearable. I am dust, and the sum of all my toil amounts to specks of ash in the wind. My ideas, my words, the things I have built—all ash. And today I bear the mark of a community made of dust, a people called to know the impotence of their efforts.
Praise be to God, who trades beauty for ashes, and breathes life into dust.