The 'Mark'...
It is Ash Wednesday….
This is the day that beings the Lenten season. I am standing outside the cathedral watching the passersby while inside mass goes on. I’ve arrived early for the noon mass.
It is wet, damp, and dreary outside – fitting for the day which is set to remind us of our mortality and to repent our sinfulness.
There are agents of ‘the church’? Standing in the mist as well with huge cardboard posters of aborted fetuses. They are passing out (or trying to pass out) pamphlets and wishing people a ‘happy Ash Wednesday’ – this strikes me as odd. I am not sure what is so ‘happy’ about Ash Wednesday.
I find these posters offensive. I don’t understand why they feel the need to do this outside the cathedral. One young man merely looked at the guy passing them out and said: ‘Jesus wouldn’t like you very much – it’s about freedom you know….’ – I am struck by his conviction – he seems to be barely 18 years old. I hear a man who is leaving from mass mutter to his friends "I knew the 'fetus' people would be here"...
A woman in a fur length fur coat gladly seems to accept the pamphlet – in my mind hear the Buddhist saying – but murdering all those animals for your fur coat wasn’t a sin eh? As she passes I see her coat is torn very badly in the back and I wonder if she is aware of the vertical tear and I secretly rejoice, wishing I had a squirt rifle filled with ketchup.
The bells toll signaling, the beginning of a new mass; I enter the cathedral and go through mass feeling very upset and a bit angry. I am beginning to feel like a hypocrite – not because I don’t believe in God – but because part of me can’t reconcile with the church on some issues. I receive my ashes – later on I notice they are like the ‘Mark of Zorro’ on my forehead….how fitting (remnants of Charlie Manson’s quote: ‘I have X’d myself from your world’ dance in my head)…
It continues to be dreary – my soul feels heavy and dark, the only thing keeping me going/afloat these days seems to be love.
This is the day that beings the Lenten season. I am standing outside the cathedral watching the passersby while inside mass goes on. I’ve arrived early for the noon mass.
It is wet, damp, and dreary outside – fitting for the day which is set to remind us of our mortality and to repent our sinfulness.
There are agents of ‘the church’? Standing in the mist as well with huge cardboard posters of aborted fetuses. They are passing out (or trying to pass out) pamphlets and wishing people a ‘happy Ash Wednesday’ – this strikes me as odd. I am not sure what is so ‘happy’ about Ash Wednesday.
I find these posters offensive. I don’t understand why they feel the need to do this outside the cathedral. One young man merely looked at the guy passing them out and said: ‘Jesus wouldn’t like you very much – it’s about freedom you know….’ – I am struck by his conviction – he seems to be barely 18 years old. I hear a man who is leaving from mass mutter to his friends "I knew the 'fetus' people would be here"...
A woman in a fur length fur coat gladly seems to accept the pamphlet – in my mind hear the Buddhist saying – but murdering all those animals for your fur coat wasn’t a sin eh? As she passes I see her coat is torn very badly in the back and I wonder if she is aware of the vertical tear and I secretly rejoice, wishing I had a squirt rifle filled with ketchup.
The bells toll signaling, the beginning of a new mass; I enter the cathedral and go through mass feeling very upset and a bit angry. I am beginning to feel like a hypocrite – not because I don’t believe in God – but because part of me can’t reconcile with the church on some issues. I receive my ashes – later on I notice they are like the ‘Mark of Zorro’ on my forehead….how fitting (remnants of Charlie Manson’s quote: ‘I have X’d myself from your world’ dance in my head)…
It continues to be dreary – my soul feels heavy and dark, the only thing keeping me going/afloat these days seems to be love.
Labels: Controversy, feelings, Religion
posted by Colette at 10:04 AM
1 Comments:
(Matthew 6:16) Moreover when ye fast, be not, as the hypocrites, of a sad countenance: for they disfigure their faces, that they may appear unto men to fast. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
(Matthew 6:17) But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face;
(Matthew 6:18) That thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret: and thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly.
and I hate those signs to... but not cause of what they represent, but cause my children should never have to see such disgusting things that ppl chose to do to their un wanted babies!... just my oppion
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