A Reflection on Ash Wednesday

January Sunset

I Used to Think

I used to think that I couldn’t talk to God, that it was reserved for the priest, but also…

I used to think that saying my prayers (that I wasn’t sure he could hear) the exact same way every night would keep me in his grace.

I used to think the cross around my neck would protect me from evil.

I used to think that ashes on my forehead would show the world I’m holy and clean.

I used to think that if I could do enough good things that I would be saved.

What I Now Know

I now know the Lord delights when I talk to him like the best friend that He is.

I now know that Jesus doesn’t care how I pray, He just wants me to seek his face.

I now know that evil is all around, even in my own heart, but that Jesus paid it all.

I now know that it is not the cross around my neck that protects me, but the Jesus who victoriously walked out of the grave His suffering on the cross buried Him in.

I now know that my heart is anything but holy and clean, but because of the holiness of Jesus the ashes of my life can be turned into something beautiful.

I now know that I am saved by the blood of Jesus and Jesus + Nothing = Everything (Tullian Tchividjian)

Christina Hernandez, March 2014

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