As I live in a pile of ashes that seems to follow me through Lent this year, I have found that a flame inside me is creating them. They are ashes of sin burning away from my mortal body. They leave behind skin that is raw and painful. Denial of bodily cravings, leaving mind-numbing television behind, and dragging my feet through the mud of humility, makes me evermore aware of the the burning fire of the Holy Spirit in my soul…
It tries to breakthrough and the burning is not quenched by any salve, but only by more time in prayer, with the Eucharist, and with my eyes wide open to the trail of the past, its revelations of where holiness may be possible.
I long for Easter and the new skin of purity to be worn through the next year, for a taste of the glorified body that will eventually be mine to inhabit.
All praise to our Lord Jesus Christ, be merciful to my soul!