Ash Wednesday

 How can it be Lent again? Sometimes it feels as if we never left last Lent. I will never forget the scramble to do an online service from the church building on Lent 4 last year. It was not much of a  Laetare refreshment Sunday. But we managed something and then came the rapid digita upskilling for us - among many churches. Within a few weeks, the choir in one of my churches was producing music from home - a discpline they have faithfully mantained for many months - interrupted sometimes with brief periods of singing together in the church building. Which is something that I hope none of us ever take for granted again.

But the calendar does not lie, and today is, in spite of my scepticism,  Ash Wednesday. The day on which we ponder our mortality - and  (re?) commit ourselves to spiritual disciplines that will help us to deal with it better - by reminding us that Christian faith and hope maintain that this life is not all there is. God transcends this life and draws us into eternity. So we will die - but it is then that we will see fully....

As a priest on this day I usually get to look healthy people in the eye, make a cross-shaped ash smudge on their forehead and remind them that they are going to die. It's impossibly meaningful and yet utterly mundane.

This year, we're doing it slightly differently. Congregation members have been able to collect a stone with an ash-and-varnish cross on it which we will use in our online service tonight (for which our choir have recorded a hymn, and anthem and a rather lovely plainchant version of Psalm 51  - all of which will be available on our You Tube Channel later)

But the reminder is there. As if we need it. For haven't we done more pondering of our mortality in the past 12 months than at any other time in many of our lives? Every decision at every level (Can I break the rules and walk with two friends? Should I visit my sick parent? Shoud I re-open schools? Restaurants? Who gets a vaccination today?) is governed by considerations of human mortality. Every single decision for the past year has been about saving people from premature death - or saving the ability of the Health Service to cope with patient numbers - which actually amount to the same thing.

I think that, like it or not there has been a collective contemplation of the fragility of life, and the certainty of death. Whether that will bring about lasting change in culture and lifestyle is another (much harder) question. So if, like me, you feel tht your have contemplated mortality enough, i'd like to offer another way of thinking about today. I was really struck by Jan Richardson's Blessing of Dust and the insistent question, "Do you not know what the Holy One can do with dust?" 

Into the dust of human life, God came, lived and died. And transformed that dust into something of eternal worth. So let us be marked, Jan says:

           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.

© Jan Richardson  The Painted Prayer Book

What can God do with the dust of which we are made this Lent?