Ash Wednesday. The beginning of Lent. It was on this specific day last year that I think I truly began to live into my vocation, into being a pastor with my whole body and soul. Something clicked that night last year, something beautiful and yet unable to be completely put into words. I remember it a year after.
‘There was something cool. inspiring. humbling. to see the congregation worshiping, singing, and remembering that we are dust together. To see it from a different place – a different physical place in the sanctuary and a different place vocationally – was a gift for me tonight.’
I grow excited [can I use the word excited when talking about ashes, dust, and lent? I’m going to.] to think about next year when I’ll be [hopefully] with a new congregation, new brothers and sisters in Christ, new friends marked with the cross.
there's no place like gnome. 
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