Rejoice, heavenly powers! Sing choirs of angels!
Exult, all creation around God s throne!
Jesus Christ, our King is risen! Sound the trumpet of salvation! (the exultet)
The cold did not seem to want to
leave and it was wet and grey, but
we made the effort...
More
Rejoice, heavenly powers! Sing choirs of angels!
Exult, all creation around God s throne!
Jesus Christ, our King is risen! Sound the trumpet of salvation! (the exultet)
The cold did not seem to want to
leave and it was wet and grey, but
we made the effort to be present, to
be reminded that we were dust and
to dust would return.
Ash
Wednesday, the day we ask
questions about ourselves, our faith,
the direction we are taking; maybe
we are looking for a way out, or a
sign that will lift us above the
present; and the all important
question of where God is in our lives
and our loves.
Dust doesn’t offer
much of a prospect! And yet, a
sculptor can create amazing
artefacts out of clay, artefacts of
beauty that demand reverence,
respect and wonder.
Is that possible
for me? I wonder? That day, six
weeks ago, we met an old friend
wondering what he had in store for
us this time as he joined us on the
road.
We will do better this year; our
prayer, our almsgiving our sacrifices
will be more since
Less