Ash Wednesday again
Every year on Ash Wednesday, I have some big debate in my head about whether to go and get my forehead ashed up. We never ever went when I was younger, so it’s not part of my childhood or tradition. Yet though I said in an earlier post that sometimes I take an occasional stab at Catholicness, sometimes Catholicness takes an occasional stab at me. Who knew you could feel guilty about not doing something you never did in the first place? Sometimes the ashy people look happier, like they’ve done a good deed and are now getting confidence from walking around like that.
