Ash Wednesday

Psalm 102: 9-11

9 For I eat ashes like bread
and mingle tears with my drink,
10 because of your indignation and anger;
for you have taken me up and thrown me down.
11 My days are like an evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.

I forget this when Ash Wednesday rolls around every year, but am quickly reminded that the ash itches. It tickles my forehead. I am constantly reminded that it is there, even though my eyes cannot see it. It is as if the ash is tugging at me to be touched...scratched...caressed even.

Going back to the ancient Hebrews, ashes have long been symbolic of repentance. Ashes are uncomfortable, and so is repentance. It would be easy for me to wash my face right now and be rid of the mark. But I need this reminder that my soul needs attention. During the season of Lent, the Church invites us to examine ourselves, and give attention to our souls. This requires hard work and discipline. Lent is a time of prayer and fasting, because those are the tried and true methods by which we are changed.

Jesus challenged us to take up our crosses and follow him. Wearing this ash for a few hours once a year is a small reminder that the world does not revolve around me. I am constantly obsessed with myself and my own needs. That is my cross to bear. The call to discipleship requires that I move beyond myself and my petty wants and desires. The "old man" needs to be crucified, so that a new and resurrected man, in Christ, can go forth and glorify Him.

Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy.