Friday, February 12, 2016

Ash Wednesday

Remember you are dust and to dust you will return. The pastor said those words as she smudged a cross with ashes on my forehead. We went out for a burger afterwards. We talked over whether to go into the restaurant showing our ashes or not. We felt like it was a unnecessary display of piety so we wiped them off. Not well enough, the person taking our order noticed, Ash Wednesday huh, she nodded knowingly. Pushing back her hair she showed us the remnants of her ashes. Later that night on the news I saw Jeb Bush sporting his ashes. For political gain, I judged. The people at our Ash Wednesday service, our server, Jeb Bush, we are all dust and to dust we will return. What difference does that make about how we treat each other now?

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