Cheery beginning to
the season of Lent is it not?
Then again Lent is
not known as a season of fun and frivolity. That is part of why the
day before it begins some people celebrate Carnival and others Mardi
Gras as a last blowout before the solemn season. Lent is a time of
preparation and reflection as we walk with Jesus on the path that
leads to a cross on a hill. Lent is traditionally called a
“penitential season”, a time to reflect on how we have or have
not lived as Christ calls us to live. As we prepare for the New Life
and New Hope of Easter Sunday we reflect on who we are and how we
might need to change.
We begin with Ash
Wednesday, a day to be reminded of our mortality. But what about
those ashes? Some see the ashes as a sign of repentance. Some clergy
have services where they get people to write confessions down, put
them in a bowl, and then burn them as a part of the service. Some
have then used those ashes for the marking of the foreheads.
Or maybe the ashes
serve to remind us of the words of committal “ashes to ashes, dust
to dust”. Maybe they remind us that we are not permanent parts of
this world. Maybe they give us a sense of perspective on how
important we are.
I think both of
those things can be true. But I think there is one more thing.
Traditionally the
ashes for Ash Wednesday come from the burning of the dried out palm
branches of the previous spring. Palm Sunday’s story has within it
great hope and potential. “Blessed is the One who comes in the name
of the Lord!” Maybe this year the cheering will lead to the coming
of God’s Reign in full glory?!?
But it doesn’t.
The hopes don’t come to full flower. And then we mark ourselves
with the remains of those hopes. Possibly as a reminder to hope?
Possibly as a reminder of failure?
The Reign of God is
not here in full glory – yet. We are not living as God wants us to
– yet. But we are (hopefully) moving in that direction. The cross
of ashes: a sign of repentance, a sign of our own eventual death, a
sign of dashed hopes; calls us to reaffirm our willingness to allow
God to transform our lives.
This Lenten season I
invite us all to reflect on how we have or have not lived as people
of Love. How have we loved God, our neighbours, our selves? How could
we have done it differently or better? When New Life comes again
where will we let it take us?
In the end the ashes
are not the last word. From ashes can come life. It is happening in
the wildfires of Australia as I type. As I ponder the ashes I will
wear later tonight I also ponder the ancient myth of the Phoenix. But
maybe more about that come Easter, when the ashes give way to new
life, new hope, new possibilities.
WE are mortal. We
can’t forget that. But we are invited into eternal life too. The
ashes wash off the face. Life and hope and love will win in the end.
Thanks be to God.