Stephen recounted all of the stiff-neckedness and hard-heartedness of the Israelites up to that point and was then stoned to death. Looks like today's reading isn’t going to be much easier than yesterday's. I guess that’s okay… just because Ash Wednesday is over doesn’t mean the lights come on and we go back to normal. It’s still Lent.. and in fact, it’s just beginning.
Maybe the fact that I can’t think of anything to write for this prompt is a sign. I got up, walked around, refilled my water bottle, and sat back down… still nothing. That seems fitting, in a way. If there’s ever a time for writer’s block, it’s now – when the memory of yesterday’s ash is still blocking the shimmering of the chrism, when yesterday’s fast has been broken but the effects are still felt, when the next thirty-nine days yawn open ahead of us in all of their bleak, dairy- and alcohol- and chocolate-free glory. Not exactly the ingredient list for an exuberant, semi-manic, inspired/inspiring essay.
— MeganPrestonMeyer
Maybe the fact that I can’t think of anything to write for this prompt is a sign. I got up, walked around, refilled my water bottle, and sat back down… still nothing. That seems fitting, in a way. If there’s ever a time for writer’s block, it’s now – when the memory of yesterday’s ash is still blocking the shimmering of the chrism, when yesterday’s fast has been broken but the effects are still felt, when the next thirty-nine days yawn open ahead of us in all of their bleak, dairy- and alcohol- and chocolate-free glory. Not exactly the ingredient list for an exuberant, semi-manic, inspired/inspiring essay.
— MeganPrestonMeyer
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