Last summer some church paperwork requested my baptismal anniversary. Having no idea of the date, I consulted my early years photo album.
The origin of one of my most beloved Ash Wednesday traditions can be traced back to Game 7 of the 1988 NBA finals between Isaiah Thomas’s Detroit Pistons, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Magic Johnson’s Los Angeles Lakers.
Howard Thurman writes, “In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.”
My very first Ash Wednesday as a baptized member of the Episcopal Church was February 13, 2013. My husband was at home that evening with our infant son, John Paul, and I was at church alone. I
Students found the idea of a week in silence more alarming than a week detoxing from substance abuse, but as full time high school English teachers, my husband and I treasured the time in silence and prayer.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
Tonight I was blessed with a three-generation discussion about the Bible. I’m still pinching myself.
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.
As a grandparent, I’m called to embody the light of God to my grandkids. One way I do this is through sharing children’s books that pass on essential values.