I spent Ash Wednesday traveling and longing to be in worship at some point during the day, but doubtful it would actually happen. It never did happen in a church, but I did worship while flying over Colorado, marveling at the snow-capped Rocky Mountains and listening to the words of Psalm 103 being sung through earphones.
The Rockies are so vast, so great and I felt so small. In that moment I realized Ash Wednesday is a reminder of our smallness and an invitation to journey during Lent toward a deeper understanding of God’s greatness.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
Wherever we travel physically, emotionally or spiritually during the next 40 days, may we always find our small selves surrounded by God’s great love.