You Know It’s Ash Wednesday when …

February 16, 2010

“Awww, I’m not ready for Lent yet.”

your tummy is not happy about all those pancakes the night before.

you look up Jimmy Akin’s  Annual Lent Fight post for the inevitable questions.

on small tables just inside the church doors are stack of purple and white light cardboard to be folded into Operation Rice Bowl containers

people who grouse at having to attend Mass on a holy day of obligation are in the pew ten minutes before Mass on Ash Wednesday.

you hope no one decides to bring in donuts for the office.

the altar and priest’s green vestments are now purple.

you do a small double take, then think “Oh, that’s right,” when the Gospel is preceded by “Glory to you, O Word of God, Lord Jesus Christ!”

you know which priests give regular size ash cross and which “want to make sure you know” as you walk away with half your forehead covered in ash.

large signs in eateries advertising Friday fish fries.

the eatery signs prompt a sudden craving for breaded fish, coleslaw, French fries.

back at work, within six minutes, twenty people ask, “Didja forget to wash your face? Hahahahahaha.”

your feet automatically go to the vending machine at 3 pm, then you remember “not today.”

tonight’s supper is vegetable soup.

you imperceptibly shift gears into a quieter, more reflective mood: “Okay, Lord, what do have in store for me for the next six weeks?”


Superbowl Sunday Perspective

February 6, 2010

James Penrice at Catholic Online has a short piece about both teams having Catholic chaplains.

Longer pieces are at Catholic News Agency on the Colts and Saints.

One team will win and one team will lose tomorrow’s game.  That’s how life goes and sports offers much as analogy to both everyday life and the spiritual life.  It’s a cliche to say the players with a sound spiritual life are winners no matter how the game goes, but statements become cliches mostly because they’re true. At any rate, I was glad to hear the players take their faith as seriously as game plans.

Although the game will be played seriously, the archbishops of the two cities are having fun with a friendly wager. It the Colts wind, gumbo will be sent to  Indianapolis; if the Saints win, pork chops will be on their way to New Orleans.