The earliest memory I have as a child was my mom putting a diaper on me in the back seat of our car. We were camping in the mountains, and my little brother and I were going to sleep overnight in the car, while mom and dad were going to sleep by the campfire. I remember standing up in the back seat and looking out the window at my parents and the fire flaming high.

When we receive ashes, the Church is asking us to remember from where we have come. We are but dust, and it is to dust we shall all return.

As I try to come and know myself, the first thing I must consider is that I am nothing but dust, and I am but a moment in time from dying. I am helpless to the fact that I am one day closer to death.

Am I one day closer to God?


About dwinger

Former farmer, now college instructor
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