Hello, Poetry Friend
Today is Ash Wednesday. I’ll deliver ashes and Eucharist this morning to list #3 (lists are grouped by geography, to make driving simpler). Tonight I’ll sing with the choir. If my mom were here, she would love that some of the singing will be in Spanish. I love the sense that so people I will encounter today at the grocery store or the gym are beginning this same journey with me. It’s literally written on our foreheads.
My husband, John, who did not grow up in a liturgial tradition, was recently emailing an evangelical pastor friend, who asked him what Lent was. After explaining how he has and has not observed Lent in the past, John wrote this: “Having not grown up paying attention to the church calendar, it's something that I've come to appreciate more and more. It ties me into the catholic (little c) church in a good way.”
I can’t say where I’ll be more tied in at the end of this year’s Lenten journey, but I know where I’m starting, with today’s Old Testament reading, Joel 2:12-18
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