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Cozy with the ashes onWednesday, February 18, 2015
Matthew 6:6 Jesus talks to me in secret too. And we are one in the Spirit. One in the Lord. We are keeping these secrets together. How much better this, than to fill the air with words signifying ... nothing. Go to your inner room. Shut the door. Close your eyes. Curl up and pray to your Father. The words aren't important. Being present is what's important. God's presence isn't a problem, but mine is tenuous at best. Frozen and hard like iron outside. The air is rough on my lungs. The air is thin. The ground crunches and breaks under my shoes. There is no place to hide from the cold. The birds aren't singing, except a crow laughing at me under his breath. Where is your god now, David? Caw, caw. This is Ash Wednesday. Little big man might have said, this is a good day to die. Jesus says, this is a good day to go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret. So that's I'm going to do. Oh Lord, hear my prayers. And let me listen to your breathing too, in my ear, inside my mind, inside me. Let your wholeness make me whole on this first day of the rest of my life. |
Curled up in my closet, under the clothes, covered by my blankee, whispering to Jesus, I feel safe now. No roaring lions outside, or even frightening parents, but I still feel safer here alone, just with Jesus, saying secret things.