Too much who dun-nit, finger pointing and commotion took
place in my day. I wanted it quiet. No escape-and one went
missing. No confusion-and today everyone was either lost or on
their way to get lost. And fully prepared to blame it all on me.
I had my heart set on church at St Cecilia at 430, but no relief
at four, or 430 ruled that out. I had hoped for mass to
put the day to rest and the confusion grew stronger at about
that time. The callers got louder and the lost souls, began to
to lose their way. Further and further in to the
darkness they strolled. And in their feeble minds, I was to
blame. And then relief showed up. We talked and decided that no
matter what I was going get the blame. I am the scape goat
and as I was turning the pall over to her, we agreed that we were both
very tired and too tired to care.
The good news came in the form of another Catholic who said to me,
"Saint Theresa was having mass at six." I was relieved. I had been looking for
an excuse to attend there, only five minutes away, now I was blessed
in the form of a cleaning lady's daughter. There to help her mother I complained
to her of my lost ashes and she blessed with with knowledge. I needed to be
blessed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I am the sitting with Father's thumb print--
dipped in the ashes of last year's palms smeared across my forehead. I am still
desperately sad, but somewhat more contented. The devil was surely after
me today, I have such little patience, but I managed to escape for a time to find a
simple blessing. Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord.
Saint Theresa is a beautiful sanctuary. I am so very glad I finely set foot in there.
Thank you Lord for leading me there the way you did with such a blessing. I never
want to forget to thank for these, though I often have. I ask that you slow me down
Lord and make me more aware. The turn out for the ashes was very good.
Father was pleased and said so before he bestowed his final blessing. The Divine
praises were certainly in order to end mass. Saint Theresa plays host to a more
lively bunch that I have ever seen at Saint Cecilia. I am looking forward to more masses
there. The children were wound up and very expressive. I was sitting behind on little
man who had toy guns in church and wanting his BA-BA! Not at all shy about wanting
the BA-BA, either. He was such a precious little man and a handful for his mama to quiet.
I was blessed today. Despite all of the hullabaloo surrounding me and the lost souls I encountered, I was doubly blessed. I don't understand how or why people are the way they
are and I don't really think I ever will, but I do know a blessing when I see one and I do
know, without a doubt, I was blessed today. I was blessed.
WPCannon
Ash Wednesday, 2010
Mount Vernon Public Library
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