Wednesday, February 06, 2008
My Cross to Bear
Dude, I got such a good cross this year. Clearly defined, good consistency and extension. It’s always a toss-up on Ash Wednesday as to whether you’re going to get a good cross. Sometimes it’s just a smudge and then for the rest of the day you have to hear, “Hey, you have some dirt on your forehead!” In the past I’ve even hit the bathroom afterward and tried to make it more cross-like, probably violating at least 10 tenets of the Catholic Church.
This year I went to St. Patrick’s, conveniently located next to my office, where there were four men of the cloth to choose from. The third priest from the left seemed like a safe bet. “Oooh, I want that one,” I thought. “He looks like he gives good ash.” He didn’t disappoint.
If only I could have had him design my cross two years ago when I had to take my work ID photo on Ash Wednesday. That priest's heart was in the right place but he was a little short on the follow-through. I probably shouldn’t critique my crosses, but hey, I’m shallow. As I was reading my Lenten Regulations pamphlet on the way out of the church, I said to myself, “I almost forgot that I’m supposed to fast today. Oh well, it’s Fashion Week. It’s not like I’m eating anyway.”
Posted by Noelle Hancock