I pulled into the parking lot at Stubbs, intent on lunch and a hot date with a pdf, when I saw the priest from the Episcopal church down the street from our house. Wearing a cassock, he was standing on the sidewalk near a sign that proclaimed, “Ashes to Go.”
I was so charmed I walked right up and got smudged.
It felt like a serious cross he inscribed on my forehead, too. I haven’t had the courage to check it out in the mirror, but judging from the size of the crosses on the foreheads of the kids who just came in, it probably is a venti rather than a grande or a tall.
I now have an extra 60 to 75 minutes to work on editing this manuscript, because there doesn’t seem much point in duplicating the symbol by going to services at my own church this evening. There’s a lot to be said for beginning the Lenten journey in the midst of one’s faith community, but it’s also important to recognize blessings when they show up in unexpected forms, in unanticipated places.
And now, to the pdf! [Yes, Sue, it’s that pdf. I’m at the 40% mark now.]
© 2012 Anne Bingham and Making It Up as I Go