Today is Ash
Wednesday. Yesterday was Fat Tuesday, also known as Mardi Gras, which many of you have heard of, associating it with the craziness that goes on in New Orleans every year at this time.
Today also begins a
forty-day season known in the Christian church as Lent. Many of you
already understand that Lent is the period of time leading up to Easter. The
reason for its being forty days is tied to Jesus’ time in the wilderness of
fasting and praying just before he began his ministry (see Matthew 4:1-11). Christians
use those forty days to prepare our hearts and minds to fully celebrate Jesus’
crucifixion and resurrection—his sacrifice for our sins and his victory over
sin and death.
We begin that
period with Ash Wednesday. It is a day to repent…to acknowledge our own
shortcomings and our need for God’s grace in our lives. It is a day to grieve
the sin that continues to oppress the abused, the disenfranchised, the needy in
the world. It is a day to mourn the hearts that have yet to hear the good news
and to lament the times that we have fallen short of the call of God on our
lives to carry the message of God’s love in large and small ways to a needy
world desperate to receive that gospel.
I grew up in the
Baptist church and then joined the Nazarene church when I was seventeen. Ash
Wednesday was not a significant part of our church calendar throughout most of
my life. It’s only been in the relatively recent past that our local church has
begun having an Ash Wednesday service. It has become an incredibly meaningful
day of the year in my life; the evening service has a powerful effect on my heart.
Ours is not a
highly liturgical church, meaning that we do not have a formal set of rites, a
traditional sense of dress among our clergy, and a given series of readings.
But for our Ash Wednesday service we borrow a tradition from the liturgical
churches. Following communion, or the Lord’s Supper, one of the church elders
will use ash to smudge a cross on each of our foreheads. This symbolizes the death
of Jesus for our sins.
The first time I
received a cross on my forehead, I immediately began weeping. Weeping, by the
way, is not the same as crying. Weeping comes from a deep sense of grief, and I
was grieving. That cross on my forehead brought home a deep sense of
responsibility and a deeper sense of connection to the one who had taken the
responsibility for me.
I play one of the
keyboards at my church and when I returned to the keyboard, I was unable to see
the music through my tears. All I could think was, Jesus died for me. Jesus actually died for me. Oh, thank you, Jesus!
After the
service was over, we all left the sanctuary silently and somberly. What I had
not prepared for was the vision that awaited me out in the foyer of the church.
Every forehead I saw had an ashen cross smudged on it. Every single one. This time I started crying tears of joy.
Just
before he went to be crucified, Jesus prayed to his Father, “I have given them the glory that you gave
me, that they may be one as we are one—I in them and you in me—so that they may be
brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me”
(John 17:22-23).
We
were all marked for life. Oh, thank you, Jesus!
4 comments:
Thank you for this thought provoking writing! I wish our church did something similar. Yes!! Thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for my sins and loving me!!
As I said, our church hasn't been doing this for very many years, but it has quickly become very meaningful for me. I hate that we'll miss it this year with the snow and dreadfully low temperatures keeping us all at home tonight. But I'm still very aware of the meaning of the day. And I thank Jesus for giving me abundant life...amazing grace!
Thank you for reminding me...a life long Catholic myself...did not go to Mass, but I am good with God...and reading your blog is My Ash Wednesday. Love ya old friend.
Love you too!
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