SWB host post: Beauty for ashes

This last weekend I had the privilege of helping with a local community beautification and clean up project in Jamestown, NY. The group cleaned up debris and painted under a train bridge and then got to work on the start of a mural 12 feet high by 20 feet wide that will be fixed to a central area of the downtown. The mural is the first of what we hope to be many community art projects to help build home-town pride and to help dissuade the graffiti tagging that has been occurring at increasing rate recently.

When the dump truck pulled away from the underpass on Saturday, it was filled to the brim with dirt, garbage and debris that had built up over time. This underpass is located close to our city's high school and many students pass through it each day. This morning, I wonder what their reaction was as they walked through a cleaner, freshly painted path in contrast to what it had looked like prior to the hard work of the volunteers on Saturday?

Sometimes you have to see some dirt and ash in life, before the beauty becomes visible. This comparison of ashes and beauty fits in with our theme of contrast in this Sleeping with Bread practice, I think.

What are the ashes that collected in your life in the last week, and what beauty came our of or in spite of their presence?

"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."—Isaiah 61:3.

Although the examen Sleeping with Bread is a Christian practice, I would hope that anyone who has something to share would feel welcome here. Also, if you don't have your own blog and would like to participate, share your bread in the comments. To holding on to what gives life,
Peace,
Lamont

Comments

Mel said…

I marveled at the undertaking. What a great project and a great opportunity for the kiddos.

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