Sacred Spaces 521 – A little bit of LENT

We are a school (college) of 51 students. ONLY one of knew what  lent / ash Wednesday  was about.

I was shocked!

But i am aware that all these students come from very different  Christian upbringings.

And it was suggested to me too that  perhaps in some of the Afrikaans churches LENT is not a big thing…

Regardless, this afternoon i had an awesome moment. 8 students and i sat in a circle  under the shade of a tree in a quieter part of campus… we had a little Ash Wednesday  service.

There was something authentic about that gathering… like a glimpse of heaven touching earth.

My simple  prayer: God, stir something in the depths of us all as we approach Easter with conviction.

The church calendar has a profound candence to it.

I believe when a believer follows these little “cairns” in the calendar that  they begin to tune into a deeper rhythm of what  God is doing…

There is longetivity  of belief in those who listen to the seasons that God has put in place…

“Rend your heart, not your garments” Joel 2:13

Mark my Words (In preparation for Lent)

5 years ago, I wrote a poem on Ash Wednesday. I was reminded of it recently and thought it would be good to share it with you… in approaching Lent. (If you are using this time to focus, all the best, I pray you will draw deeper and closer to God)

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Mark My words (Ash Wednesday)
22 February 2007

“They” like placing marks on me
Marks that tend to remain…
If I do badly, they mark me with low marks
They mark me sinner
They say I’m unworthy

And I’m seeing that “they” have marks
of their own…
Marks that they know don’t what to do with
So they point out other’s marks

God, I’ve got many marks
Marks that make me feel unworthy…
Unwanted… unnoticed…

And this very night
The man in front places a different kind of mark on me
A mark to remember
The marks You carry
Those marks on Your wrists and ankles…

Marks that mark me forgiven
Marks that say that I am worthy
Oh God, I’m sorry I placed those marks on You…
And I hear You say back to me:
“Mark My words, child you are mine.”