I made it. Don't tell my parents, but it almost knocked me on my behind. During the Gospel, I could feel my legs trembling.
Don't tell my parents. Seriously, if they find out, I won't be allowed to go to Stations.
My friend Maryellen just wrote to me about Ash Wednesday and how we're not supposed to be happy during Lent, but I always am, I love everything about it. I love Stations.
In discussing what to give up for Lent, Pia suggested I give up cancer, lol.
The nuns taught us that it was also acceptable to take on something for Lent as opposed to giving something up. The point is the effort. So I will focus on making Stations each week......cause believe you me........it's gonna be an effort!
Tonight was a lot different than other Ash Wednesdays. One year I went to a Jewish Temple to see Geert Wilders and Fitna. Another year I met up with Bouhammer and he teased me about my dirty forehead.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
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Easter is my favorite Catholic holiday. Also poignant for me, because Easter in 2004 was spent on the banks of the Euphrates in the midst of some serious fighting and a lot of Marines being killed.
More than that, though, Stations always bring a deep joy and appreciation of our faith. Savor it, every year. It is a beautiful season.
Censored comments from a Commodore to a Baptist staff member (who had no idea about Ash Wednesday) at a staff meeting on Ash Wednesday:
Baptist-"Commodore, you've got some dirt on your forehead"
Commodore-"It's Ash Wednesday, d*%$#weed."
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