I completely forgot that today was Ash Wednesday, so I had my usual once a week breakfast out: orange juice, coffee, French toast, eggs over easy...and ham. Oh well, what do you expect from a fallen Catholic?
The ashes are made by burning the palms from the previous year's Palm Sunday, with prayers and a blessing with holy water. In some places the priest traces a cross on the forehead, in others just a thumb mark. In Europe they sprinkle them above the forehead, in the hair. "Remember, man, that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return."
I was reminded of what day it was when B called to ask if I'd been to church for ashes. No. He suggested I got to the gay church in the Castro because they would likely have a varied palette of differently colored ashes. "Try the castagna," he opined, "it's slimming."
Just a bowl of clam chowder for dinner.
I was reminded of what day it was when B called to ask if I'd been to church for ashes. No. He suggested I got to the gay church in the Castro because they would likely have a varied palette of differently colored ashes. "Try the castagna," he opined, "it's slimming."
Just a bowl of clam chowder for dinner.
3 comments:
"He suggested I got to the church in the Castro because they would likely have a varied palette of differently colored ashes."
??? A comment in seriousness? And/ or with factuality behind it?
If the church in the Castrato district does that, mebbe they should also rub glue on your forehead, then sprinkle you with Holy Glitter.
--Nathan
As with most of B's pronunciamentos, it aims for laughs, not facts.
Yet there are traces of Catholic guilt - one thing you can never escape.
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