Where were you last Wednesday at 12:30 pm? Were you eating lunch, picking up kids from school, at an appointment, working? Most weeks if you were to ask me where I was on Wednesdays at lunch, I honestly don’t think I could tell you even if you were to ask me the next day. The last few weeks, however, in my life have been different.
The first time I found myself at an altar for an Ash Wednesday service having ashes and oil smudged onto forehead, a big part of my heart wondered how I had gotten there.