Sometimes it takes a nuclear missile attack warning – in this case, fortunately, issued in error.
Sometimes it takes the firm hand and raised voice of a **loving** spouse that keeps you from stepping absentmindedly into traffic.
Sometimes it takes the grave look and furrowed brow of the family physician.
Sometimes it takes nothing more than a kind of “dumb luck” that makes us pause before entering the intersection where a knucklehead just ran a red light.
Sometimes though, on a day like today, it requires a smudge of black ash on the forehead and the solemnly intoned phrase, “Dust to dust,” to remind us of the utter fragility of life.
Every day life is fragile.
Every day life is precious.
Every day you and I are unstoppably mortal… only a breath or two away from eternity.
But today – Ash Wednesday – we are invited to celebrate and give thanks – not just for these fragile lives of ours but for the fragility itself.
Praise God from whom all mortality flows!
Praise God all creatures here below.
Russellings of the Spirit 
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