Ashes

We all have our stories of ashes, don’t we? Mine, I think of a home that once existed – now just a memory. Yours might be the ash and ruin you found your life in after poor choices made. They could be the ashes of dreams you had for a relationship or the ashes of the prayers you prayed that a cure would be found or the ashes of a loved one whose body finally gave up its spirit at the end of a long life. Ashes are the sign of something that once was – but no more. We sweep them up and toss them away, we bury them, scatter them, or store them away and try to forget about them.

Yet today, we are marked with them. We choose to be marked with this sign of death and endings. Why in the world would we do such a thing?
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Longest Night

December 20, 2014 Tomorrow night is the longest night of the year. When I get to this point in the year, I can almost feel my bones beginning to ache for sunshine and warmth. As we gathered at Earl Huse’s graveside this past Wednesday, a cold rain was falling and we shivered as we prayed … More Longest Night