Tag: Blessing

Glitter in the Ashes

On this Ash Wednesday, the Mardi Gras beads still cling effortlessly to Crepe Myrtle branches at the sanctuary entrance.  It’s always a wonderful contrast of optics.  In the foreground are little cheap plastic strands of merriment thrown from double-decker floats.  Directly behind them stands a gothic revival house of worship dressed in its finest arches

This I Believe

I glanced at my watch halfway through the meeting – 7:35 p.m. The expected pain was absent, and in its place, a slow and simple ache. For the first time in his life, my infant son went to bed without hearing me say goodnight. I’m sure he slept better than I did that evening. Too