As dust, as mortals, we move closer to our graves each day. Lent: this season summons us to deeper holiness with an airy invitation: a breeze blending the chaos of distraction, disappointment, despair with the brightness of hope, love, faith. Repent, Repent, Repent, Repent. We are worthy, God's children and we are sinners, confronting our shame, our sorrow, longings — our neediness. We need mercy, we need help. We need grace. We need God. And so we return to God with what we offer, with what we sacrifice, with heartfelt prayers. God of Mercy, free us. God of Love, open us. Help us, God of Dust, to abandon our selves, little by little, and embrace the cross — You — and the Truth of change. Increase our faith that after death comes new life. And receive us now, muttering "Yes, I'll repent, I'll change my ways" for I am dust and I accept ash creased into my brow today. As dust, as mortals, we move closer to our graves each day.
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