Yesterday was Ash Wednesday which marks the start of Lent. 40 days (minus Sundays) of pondering and reflection until eventually we mark Christ's death and resurrection.
When I attend a service, in person, now at PUMC for Ash Wednesday as just a congregation member, there seem to be two things in common.
One, I get ashes on my head and spend time in prayer.
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| Ashes received 3/2/2022 |
Two, I cry.
Luckily there wasn't a third thing, that I smash the heck out of my knee on a pew and wind up with a gigantic bruise. That happened two years ago.
But I cry, typically while I am in a prayerful time. I'm not sure if it is stress building up, or because that is just how I am connecting with God, or something else. Maybe it is because it is Lent and we are coming to a time of contemplation.
I don't know. But it all somehow makes me feel closer to God. Which I guess is the more important thing.
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