Father of Mercies, O Fountain of Unfailing Kindness, You whose nature is the very essence of gentleness and Whose goodness is the air in which my soul breathes: I stand before You in this hallowed season of Lent, confessing the calloused landscape of my own heart, which so often grows hardened by the relentless friction of the world.
Jehovah Shalom, my God of Eternal Stillness, on this 12th day of Lent and the 1st day of March, I approach the altar of grace with the ashes of war raging all over the world and ashes of attacks in Nigeria, upon my forehead – further burdened by the weight of a fractured world within my being.
