It’s Ash Wednesday…

It’s the time we remember that our time here is limited. Last week, while we were at a local resort celebrating (pre) Valentine’s, we had to take a break for a memorial service.

Our friend Rich Hughes, retired Air Force Brigadier General, our age exactly, born 9 days after June, went to church on Sunday, January 11. A friend of mine saw him in Sunday School. He came home with his wife, Georgeann, and collapsed. EMTs rushed him to the hospital. Dead within two hours. First class guy, in apparent good health. Dead.

Which of us is next?

Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return. – God to Adam, Genesis 3.19

As a father shows compassion to his children, so the LORD shows compassion to those who fear him. For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust. As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more. (Psalm 103.13 – 16, ESV)