Lenten Links
A wonderful poem about threshold space written by Rich at Pilgrim Path: Ash Wednesday On this February morning, not fully winter, not quite spring, the palest lemonade-colored sun rises weakly over the lake. A still fog sits over the water, trapping a ship in time just as the frozen waters anchor it in place. A waterfront bench entombed in snow serves no purpose but to remind us of a nearly past storm. A good day to be stuck in time on a fulcrum of faith’s calendar. Let us take our cue from nature and sit with this threshold day as