I suppose it is fortunate that I did not find this excellent meditation on Ash Wednesday and giving up until after the day was over. I would've needed to struggle mightily against the impulse to just read the whole thing in place of a proper sermon. For helpful highlights from the same meditation, see Sullivan.
Also, I love the images in those posts - the campy covers of "The Disembodied" and Bowie's epic "Ashes to Ashes" somehow ground the deep reflection on human nature in the actual world I recognize (and I have a hilarious and mildly tragic story with that Bowie tune as the punchline, for what it's worth).
Even the punk-haired ash-marked head that adorns Sullivan's post beautifully illustrates the vastness and closeness of our shared human experience. We're all individuals, distinct and as different as night and day, each facing our mortality, and yet in this together, people. It makes the mystery of the Trinity not seem so terribly complicated, somehow: I'm me, and you are you, and yet I would not be me if not for my relationship with you. Yes, you.
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