A Sign of Failure and of Hope
Our parish is a wonderfully humble group of older Catholics
who worship in a small, rented space from the Synod campus of the Evangelical
Lutheran Church. Unfortunately, the Lutheran home parish, The First Lutheran
Church of Glendale, no longer exists and the campus has become home to three
very different Christian denominations: ourselves (Old Catholics), an
evangelical Armenian congregation, and a congregation of Calvary Chapel folks. All
of us rent and must seek permission to extend our activities on campus such as
the temporary use of a classroom, or any space outside our lease agreement. It
gives the whole thing a very tentative feel, a feel of not really having a
home.
I think this fits well with our Lenten season that begins
today, Ash Wednesday. While our folks come to Mass this morning, outside on the
curb a Lutheran deacon (from the Syod office) will be offering “Ashes to Go” so
folks can receive ashes without having to leave their car as they pull up along
the curb in front of the church. Of course, our sign will also announce our Ash
Wednesday Mass at the same time and the Synod plant manager was concerned that
this will cause hard feelings on our part that our “competition” will be luring
people away from Mass with the option of getting an Ash Wednesday marking on
the forehead without having to attend Mass.
Is there anything wrong with skipping Mass and receiving “Ashes
to Go”? Isn’t it a bit like wearing an “I Voted!” sticker without having voted?
Well, no. What does the sign of the ash on the forehead symbolize? Does it
symbolize having attended Mass and, perhaps, endured the homily (the ashes are
distributed after the homily)? The ashes are a reminder of one’s mortality and a sign that part of our mortality
is that we are deeply in need of God’s grace. In today’s Mass there is no
Penitential Act, or so it seems. Instead, the confession of sins and absolution
are replaced with the imposition of ashes. The ashes are an outward marking of
our public declaration of our humanity in all its spiritual frailty and need
for forgiveness. While we declare very publically of our need for God’s grace
with the ashen cross on our forehead, we privately enter a season where the
discipline of our will towards fasting and abstinence will either convict us of
our spiritual slackness or challenge us with being spiritually prideful in fulfilling
the discipline of Lent. If we take this season seriously, we will
face many challenges and likely fail. Maybe, instead of a cross on the
forehead, we should stamp in big, bold letters of indelible ink that can’t be
washed off until Easter: FAIL.
You may be feeling that I’m being a bit woefully dramatic
and self-loathing. I suppose I would be without one thing: the ending of this
season. The ashes, Stations of the
Cross, fasting and abstinence, and Lent's other disciplines and traditions are signs. These signs point us not
towards despair when understood correctly, but towards joy; the end of Lent is
our destination: Easter! Our humanity seemingly resigned to “unto dust you
shall return” is more of a cautionary reminder to not abandon the hope of faith
Lent is all about. Our destiny isn’t a return to dust, but we must become dust before we can be
resurrected. We must be reminded that without Christ, all we are is dust; but
with Christ, dust is simply a waypoint on our human journey to the Divine. Our
Creed tells us as much: “We believe in the resurrection of the dead, and in the
life everlasting,” but it does not tell us we won't die.
So, if you can’t spare the time for Mass today, but have to
get your ashes fast-food style, then do it. And let the lack of time you have
to attend Mass remind you of what we all experience: the imperfection of so
many of our attempts to order our lives to fit an ideal. But let it also remind
us of the willingness to wear our imperfections for a time as ash on our
foreheads to remind the world not of our holiness, but of our need and our hope
of resurrection. Tell others this when they ask you what is on your forehead.
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