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Thursday, February 19. 2015

Yesterday

Embarrassed to admit that, being Protestant, I missed Ash Wednesday but that is rare for me.


Vanderleun (again today):  "Let My Cry Come Unto Thee:" An Ash Wednesday Confession:



I was a tough-minded secularist with the kind of soul that looked at the pictures of life with a hard, unblinking eye. Oh, yeah? Show me.



Ditto, Gerard. That is good. Been there, done that too. The sterile life, arrogant life, the "it's about me" life. I am long done with that; got the good infection by finally just letting it happen, opening my cold heart, and letting it in to change me. Or at least to try to.



Posted by Bird Dog in Religion at 14:28 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)

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Oh yes--I remember Ash Wednesday. One particular Ash Wednesday stands out in my mind. That was the mid day communion that I attended at my local Episcopal Church. The minister was very liberal. The other women attending that day got a nice tiny cross marked on their forehead. I -- well I got a big huge black smudge. That was during the time when I was refusing to allow my DH to continue working for that private liberal college in town. So much for keeping church and state separate.
#1 faculty wife on 2015-02-19 14:42 (Reply)
I missed Ash Wednesday, too. Mostly not caring about the symbolism of it all. I'm not sure the ashes change anything. Ultimately, getting them is part of the discipline rather than anything else.

That discipline has its place. I guess passing on it means I'm still a bit all about me.
#2 Bulldog on 2015-02-19 16:25 (Reply)
Discipline is what sustains us when we are weak.
#2.1 Bird Dog on 2015-02-19 16:28 (Reply)

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