And some more from Endymion on Saturday:
New Orleans really does know how to laissez les bon temps rouler! It was a good time, indeed.
But of course, it's Ash Wednesday, so everything has changed. I've traded in celebration for sacrifice, the excessive plastic beads for a cross made of ashes on my forehead. Today I remember that I am fallen. That without Jesus, I am just dust, just ashes. Just... dead.
"For dust you are, and to dust you shall return..." (Genesis 3:19)