i think it’s because of the ashes.
i posted the picture and lost 5 facebook friends today.
don’t get me wrong, i’m not torn up over it, i just noticed it.
i lost 5 “friends” today.
didn’t post a pic of some mean, wierd thing.
nothing you can’t show your kids. nothing sacreligious.
i got the ashes today, ash wednesday.
why? because, it’s ash wednesday. that’s why.
i was raised in the catholic faith-went to catholic school, cried at my sinful behavior at my first confession
left the church when i went to college. i just didn’t see the point.
but, even then, i got the ashes. in fact…i got kicked out of acting class my freshman year
“what’s that on your head?”, my prof asked. “it’s ashes. it’s ash wednesday.”
“oh, i’m sorry, you’re going to have to leave. it’s just too distracting having you in here.”
holy illegal, batman. but i didn’t know and even think of doing anything but obey…
i submitted to the wrong authority.
in the sermon on the mount, jesus said
“when you give to the poor, when you fast.”
today the church takes time to admit something. to declare something.
we are sinful.
we are selfish.
we need a savior.
not to popular. not sexy. but it’s true and it’s ugly and sometimes life is , too. sometimes i am-ugly.
i didn’t just get the ashes today to confess that, though.
i got them in solidarity with the church. with me family.
i did it because i felt called to.
i did it because i can.
because there are people who would literally die to walk around with a cross.
today, i choose to carry this particular cross.
because jesus said to carry our cross and follow him.
lent is a season of repentance. confession and self denial.
today, as i walked though the parking lot at st. brigid’s catholic parish, i thought
“i hope they let me get the ashes. i hope they don’t ask me if i’m catholic and tell me i can stay, but i can’t get ashes.”
i was late the service. in fact,
it was over when i got there.
the organ was ringing it’s last as i opened the hand-carved wooden door. there was father o’brain.
“guess i’m too late”, i said. “stick around for a few. i can hook you up.”
when i was catholic, i missed the point. maybe it was because jesus was still hanging on the cross.
today, as he dipped his thumb into the brass bowl, he prayed
“remember, you are dust and to dust you shall return.”
what a good good thing to remember.