It may seem odd to most, but Ash Wednesday has always been one of the most important days of the church year to my spirituality. Lent provided me time to stop and reflect -- intentionally to pray about my own sin (usually busy-ness) and ponder the meaninglessness of my own work. Without the Spirit, pastoral work simply doesn't make sense and isn't possible over the long term. So it's probably not a surprise that Ash Wednesday is one of the liturgical acts I miss most. Ash Wednesday was such a formative experience on my pastoral ministry, precisely because of its intimacy. I recall, as a grad student, ministering ashes to one of my profs. That pastoral act was a humbling, intimate experience that shaped me in ways I never realized at the time. And its therefore one of the pastoral acts I most miss. I was reflecting this year on that, and wrote the following poem.
A "restless" theologian in service to the church of Jesus Christ