““The land of a rich man produced plentifully,and he thought to himself, ‘What shall I do, for I have nowhere to store my crops?’And he said, ‘I will do this: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods.And I will say to my soul, “Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.”’But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul is required of you, and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’ So is the one who lays up treasure for himself and is not rich toward God.””
(Luke 12:16–21 ESV)
Ash Wednesday is a reminder of our mortality…a polite and pious way of saying that we are all going to die.
It is a reminder that we are supposed to be willingly carrying our crosses to that death because the secret of Easter has already been spilled.
Today we are to be silent and hear eternity whisper our names…and know that one day soon that whisper will be a summons home.
Rarely in my lifetime have we needed this day as much as we do now.
Our social intercourse has become the prattle of maniacs, loveless and cruel but spoken with the confidence of the learned.
We believe our only way forward is to destroy someone else…a concept that is only biblical if you’re reading Scripture as a Babylonian or Assyrian, but not as a Christian.
The works of the devil are evident, but we have justified them as the result of a passion for the “truth”.
My physical afflictions have become my friend…they will not let me lie to myself about the time remaining.
They tell me not only is the time short but that the time left must be redeemed.
You may not be as blessed…you may need the anointing of ashes to remind you.
Receive them with repentance and joy…remember that you are dust…