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This morning, at our Ash Wednesday service, we all grabbed a handful of dirt as a way of symbolizing the things we hold on to in life. And as I was sitting there, I began to feel my hand throb with my pulse. Was I holding the dirt that tightly? It was as if my very blood was flowing into and around that dirt.  It was becoming a part of me. I was so thankful for this morning - a chance to let go of that dirt - to break free - to claim God’s love and grace. (We’re having a repeat of this morning’s experience tonight from 7-7:30PM)