"Sam," the voice on the phone said, simply. I was transported back 25 years.
One day Bill didn't show up at the church, so we went to find him.
Yesterday I declined to be the one to put ashes on my own kids' foreheads. Today I sent them back into the violent world we all have made.
I'm a queer Christian pastor, and I'll be using regular, old, boring ashes like always.