You know when your mom wanted to get your attention so she’d grab your chin, turn your face towards hers and look you square in the eye? You knew she was about to say something super important or correct you in a really big way. You’d get still and look back at her with a mixture of curiosity and fear (though mostly fear). You didn’t always know what was coming next, but you knew that the quieter she was, the more intense the message was going to be. So you listened.
That is what it felt like receiving palm ashes upon my forehead tonight. God grabbed my chin, looked me square in the eye and said, “Do I have your attention now? Good. Now let’s begin…”
It was comforting to hear other sniffles in the congregation tonight as I choked back my own. When you’re on a journey with other people, the road sure feels less lonely.
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