Yesterday’s rising sun revealed a beautiful winter wonderland. As the sky grew brighter, I noticed a number of animal tracks crisscrossing the powdery blanket of snow on the ground. Those prints in the snow pointed to a reality that is present all the time, even though I seldom see it – animals who call our home their home. Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Lenten Season when I will take a solemn journey with Jesus to Jerusalem, the cross and, ultimately, an empty tomb. Like millions of Christians across the globe, I will wear ashes on my skin in the form of a cross. And like the snow on the ground, those ashes will point to a reality that is present all the time, even though I seldom acknowledge it  – my human frailty, sin and need to repent.