Ash Wednesday

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     We stand before the divine majesty of God with dirt on our faces as if we're babies who can't feed ourselves little kids fresh in from playing with fire fighting with each other

in a neat little cross as if it's on purpose and not the stain of inattention inability to keep ourselves up smear of greed slopping slipping in low places

as if it's ice cream not ashes of our old palms tragic underside of our praise scar of all the times we got burned not seepage sewage tears blood spattered shed wound of grief and shame dirt from our own grave soot of our cremation

This is the mess we show up in before God who gazes at us and the death on our faces

(it's only after this amazed out of our old life that we die shed our lives like skin become for the first time again:)

who gently licks her thumb and wipes us clean and says,

“There now.”

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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