Ash Wednesday

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  1. Michael says:

    “The Lenten season begins. It is a time to be with you, Lord, in a special way, a time to pray, to fast, and thus to follow you on your way to Jerusalem, to Golgotha, and to the final victory over death.

    I am still so divided. I truly want to follow you, but I also want to follow my own desires and lend an ear to the voices that speak about prestige, success, pleasure, power, and influence. Help me to become deaf to these voices and more attentive to your voice, which calls me to choose the narrow road to life.

    I know that Lent is going to be a very hard time for me. The choice for your way has to be made every moment of my life. I have to choose thoughts that are your thoughts, words that are your words, and actions that are your actions. There are not times or places without choices. And I know how deeply I resist choosing you.

    Please, Lord, be with me at every moment and in every place. Give me the strength and the courage to live this season faithfully, so that, when Easter comes, I will be able to taste with joy the new life that you have prepared for me. ”

    Amen.

    Henri Nouwen

  2. Em says:

    it is very difficult, indeed, to not see our flesh as our reality… is it possible that the wearing down, day by day, is designed to instruct us? People that were beautiful in their youth shrivel and weaken and their flesh really isn’t that attractive? Still i never met a serious Child of God whose countenance didn’t radiate even as they reached the end of their mortal years…
    A good reminder, Michael – a good ponder today

  3. Nancy Holmes says:

    Michael:

    Holy Sonnet 14

    Batter my heart, three person’d God; for you
    As yet but knock, shine, and seek to mend;
    That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me and bend
    Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new,
    I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
    Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
    Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
    But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
    Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
    But am betrothed unto your enemy:
    Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
    Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
    Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
    Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

    John Donne (1572-1631) had a messy life, but thru his many struggles he sought and loved the Lord.

    His poem calls to mind Roman 7 and 8 which I read as a prodigious wrestling match that triumphs with a shout of faith that nothing “will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

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