Naomi Calkins-Golter, of Rosalia, didn’t have time to go an Ash Wednesday service this morning.
She’s a working mom, and her kids had a half-day of school, so when she saw clergy imposing ashes outside Riverpark Square, she was quick to walk over and ask for a blessing.
Next week we'll celebrate Ash Wednesday, which is the practice of putting ashes on the foreheads of penitent believers as a reminder of their physical return to dust (“ashes to ashes”).
Before I knew it, I was in their car, propped in the passenger seat while he drove and she sat silently in the back. The heat from our bodies filled the car as a stench from somewhere inside us leaked from our pores. Sweat seeped through my worn t-shirt as I guzzled another gulp from my water jug.
In another post on this website Eric Blauer has shared his struggle with the relationship between violence and faith. If you haven’t read it, please do; it is an important statement. My own journey has led me to a conclusion that might or might not be different from Eric’s, but it feels to me like it is in the same neighborhood.