03/02/2022
Ash Wednesday Blessings, Sisters,
Though Ash Wednesday may not be a day we often associate with blessing, it has become so to me in the past several years.
I hear the reminder of our humanity, frailty and complete and utter dependence on God as a confirmation of what life has written on my bones: I cannot do everything …sometimes, I cannot do anything …
And while that may surprise and frustrate me, it does NOT surprise or frustrate the God who created us, is redeeming us, and sustains us with every breath.
What a gift: we are dust—beloved dust.
As you pray for your Heart to Heart sister this month, I invite you to consider this prayer-poem, “Blessing the Dust” by Pastor Jan Richardson. We will be using in tonight’s Ash Wednesday service. May we all know how truly we are dust and how truly we are loved.
Ash Wednesday Blessings,
Alicia Davis Porterfield
Blessing the Dust
All those days
you felt like dust,
like dirt,
as if all you had to do
was turn your face
toward the wind
and be scattered
to the four corners
Or swept away
by the smallest breath
as insubstantial
did you not know
what the Holy One
can do with dust?
This is the day
we freely say
we are scorched.
This is the hour
we are marked
by what has made it
through the burning.
This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth.
So let us be marked
not for sorrow.
And let us be marked
not for shame.
Let us be marked
not for false humility
or for thinking
we are less
than we are
but for claiming
what God can do
within the dust,
within the dirt,
within the stuff
of which the world
is made
and the stars that blaze
in our bones
and the galaxies that spiral
inside the smudge
we bear.