A journal with a smudge as its first entry … a smudge from the unmistakable and sooty cross drawn on my forehead this Ash Wednesday. A journal with a smudge as its first entry … a smudge from the unmistakable and sooty cross drawn on my forehead this Ash Wednesday.
It is the fresh page as if it happened to be the first day of my life. It will become the place where transgressions will be scribbled with a shaky hand, where hopes for a clean slate will be whispered, where written prayers find a home and where deafening silences become spaces of purpose.
A smudge of a cross on a page, saying to me, “Begin here and now.” Such is the beginning of these 40 days of Lent.
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