On Ash Wednesday, February 14, we begin our forty-day journey toward Easter. Marking our foreheads with dust, we acknowledge that we die and return to the earth. At the same time, the dust traces the life-giving cross indelibly marked on our foreheads at baptism and shapes our identity through life, into death, and for the life to come.
For as much information as we have at our fingertips about the world around us, the life of faith remains filled with mystery. Whenever we go looking for a definitive answer (is it black or white? yes or no? up or down?), we might be surprised to learn that the answer could be neither, both, or something else altogether. Perhaps all this mystery might be serving another purpose?