Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Ash Wednesday

A young boy is sent upstairs to go clean his room. He tries to argue, to bargain, to reason, and to whine in order to get out of cleaning. Nothing works. He is sent to his room and told not to come out until it's clean. All is quiet in the house for fifteen minutes as the child reluctantly obeys his mother. Wide eyed and a little pale, the child comes into the living room and says to his mother, "Mom, is it true that we are made out of dust and that we will become dust after we die?" The mother replied, "Yes it is, honey." The child looked even more afraid and said, "Then, I don't know if someone is coming or going, but there's someone under my bed!"

Welcome to the season of Lent, everyone.