Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ash Wednesday

We have an Ash Wednesday service tonight.   The youth will be helping with the service.   I guess that is a good thing.   It is never too early, I suppose, to reflect upon one's mortality.   It is just that this year it is too real for me.   All day I have been thinking about Zach.  His ashes are in his bedroom still.      

His short journey is complete.

Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.

Yet life goes on.


  1. Way too real. A hard night for us all.

  2. The Ash Wednesday service was meaningful and beautiful to me. Thank you for the poems and the music and the words and the time spent. Thank you for letting the children read and participate. Here is one by Walt Whitman i'm sure you know.

    I think I could turn and live with animals, they're so placid and self contain'd,
    I stand and look at them long and long.
    They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
    They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
    They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
    Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
    Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
    Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.

  3. Love you all and thank you, Jim. It was a nice service and an honor to share it with the youth. Love the Whitman poem!