Ash Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Dearest God,

Who can really wear the cross brushed upon their forehead?  Who is worthy to be called Christ's own?  Whose life is bright enough to bear the savior's name?  These questions always haunt me on this holy day.  I answer back, "Not me, Lord, not me." 

I know my own unworthiness, my lackings, flaws, and imperfections.  What the questions do for me is place me right back where I need to be...on my knees.  On my knees I see life as it really is.  No haughty visions of grandeur, no rose color glasses, no spot-free, lint-free clothing, I see sin as it is, where it is.  On my knees I have to be honest.  I can't talk my way out; on my knees, at your knee I have to get real.

Keep me
on my knees,
Merciful God;
cause me
to see
what you see.
Wash me clean,
rub out
the smudges,
make me new,
I pray.

Love, Andrea