Tag: Boots

Cleaning the mud off my boots after a recent flood response, I noticed the grittiness of it. It reminded me of preparing the ashes for Ash Wednesday. Burning last year’s celebratory palms, sieving them fine, mixing them with oil. I see the impermanence of things, of even life itself, in the mud and ashes. Ash Wednesday, a day when we acknowledge our mortality and our own return to dust. Mucking out after a flood, removing what was once treasure that has now become trash. Too often we overlook the physicality of the Christian faith in our anticipation of Heaven. We…