mortality
Speaking of death
Christians have an opportunity to eschew euphemisms and talk honestly about mortality.
Dust and the day of salvation (2 Corinthians 5:20b-6:10)
I am thankful that this Ash Wednesday comes with the reminder of grace along with death.
The solution to the fear of death is to live as dying creatures
Theologian Todd Billings grapples with scripture, philosophy, and his own incurable cancer.
by LaVonne Neff
The coronavirus is helping us rehearse for our own deaths
“A lot of people want to talk about the big questions; they just don’t know how to get started.”
Liuan Huska interviews Lydia Dugdale
5 times a day, the WeCroak app reminds me that I’m going to die
I liked this, until I didn’t.
Ashes without glitter
I'm a queer Christian pastor, and I'll be using regular, old, boring ashes like always.
February 14, Ash Wednesday (Joel 2:1-2, 12-17; Psalm 51:1-17)
There are two sure things in life: death and sin.
The measure of our days (Joel 2:1-2, 12-17; Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21)
It's hard for me to grasp that mortality is my fate, too.
Marked as human
On Ash Wednesday, as we remember our sins and ask to be forgiven, let's also remember what we love and ask to love it more.
The shape of ashes
To say "earth to earth" is a good thing, we have to believe it's really going to happen.
Incurable condition
Not every ailment can be fixed—or should be. Atul Gawande thinks we need to talk about this.
by LaVonne Neff
Marked
The church of my childhood paid no attention to Lent. The season's words sounded too mystical to us, too strange and too Catholic.
Lent's terrible gift: Lessons in dying
Our teacher cautions us that the corpse pose is the most difficult of all yoga postures to master, but after an hour’s exertion in warrior pose, downward-facing dog and cobra, the prospect of relaxing horizontally on one’s yoga mat brings both relief and the impertinent question, “How hard can it be?” Fascinated, I report to my husband, “Every day at the conclusion of yoga class we practice dying.” “That’s interesting,” he says, trying to share my enthusiasm. “It’s kind of like Lent,” I venture. "Lent is when we’re supposed to practice dying, right?”
Dust to dust: The holiness of ashes
I am more at home with the ashes of Lent than with the perfect lilies of Easter.