Wednesday, February 17, 2010


BLESSED

Today is Ash Wednesday, and I have the black smudge in the shape of the cross on my forehead to prove it. I went to the Children's Mass at Rojo's school today, and slipped in the back, sat by myself, even though I knew 90% of the people sitting in the large, sunny church.

This, for me, is a time of quiet, this 40-day period marked with ashes to commence it, and Easter as the culmination. I could use a 40-day quiet period, go ahead and ask any of the people that have to live with me, they'll tell you, I'm wound tighter than a tick and as much as Flicka is a calming presence, I need more. I need forced quiet. I need external boundaries set on me that insist I take it down a notch or ten, and enter into a reflective period.

The church was packed and there were four stations to receive ashes, and later to receive communion. Although I am baptized and confirmed in a church, I am not in this church, and thus, I do not receive the blood and body of Christ, I receive a blessing. I have a "thing" about the blessing, unless I am seated in the section that is going to end up going in the priest's line, I just skip the whole thing. I don't want some regular person blessing me. Besides, the priest is one that really gets it, and when I do go through his line, he stops what he's doing, lays his big warm hand over my whole entire head and says my name. Then he delivers a fresh and personal blessing each and every time, and I swear to God, I can feel the blessing pulse from my head throughout my body as this holy man says the special words he's chosen just for me.

Today, however, after choosing my place of isolation in the back, I was not going to make it into the priest's line. When I looked up to see just who was doing the communion for my region, just out of curiosity more than anything else, it was Friend #2. I thought, why not?

I was the last person in the whole church to go through any of the lines, everyone was either on their way back to their pew or down on their knees waiting to wrap it up. Friend #2 might have very well wanted to give me the standard blessing in the name of time, but Friend #2 is not that kind of person, she is Holy with a capital H and she laid her hands on me and said, "May the blessing of the Lord be upon you." Then she reached over, grabbed my whole neck towards her and into an embrace and said, "ALWAYS."

One word made all the difference.

"Regular" people are capable of bestowing pretty awesome blessings.

May the peace of the Lord be upon you.

Always.

12 comments:

Angie Ledbetter said...

And upon you and yours. Always. And into eternity. :)

Lola said...

and also with you. this brings tears....

jess wilson said...

And with you.

May you find that peace within.

Always.

Tabitha Bird said...

I'd go one step further and say that regular people ARE the blessings. Always. :)

Blessings to you too.

blackknightsbrood said...

The first few black smudges threw me for a loop this morning. It's been a while since CCD!

Peace.

(Always).

Deb Shucka said...

And upon you. Always. May you find the peace you seek during this quiet(er) time. Love.

Laurie said...

And especially to you, Carrie. you are a blessing to all of us, and I pray it comes back to you tenfold in peace, and in quiet. Now. For. Your. Sanity.

Amber said...

Made me cry a little... I would have liked to get such a blessing. Beautiful.

I love your feelings about church, Carrie. I so get it. I am baptized in The Church...But I have such mixed feelings. The mystic part, the old old parts, the saints... There is so much that I love, even long for. So I always love how you always seem to love what you love about it, and leave what you don't. And in doing so, I hear so much respect and love-- even more than some who are strict followers. It inspires and touches my heart.

Bless you always, peace be apon you, my friend.

:)

fullsoulahead.com said...

And also with you.

Wanda said...

And always upon you. May this 40 day period be your flood of peace.

Nancy said...

Peace.
Love.
Always.

kario said...

I love your self-awareness; the knowledge that you need to find peaceful time for you.

I love that, instead of just making up your mind not to have communion, you looked to see who it was and allowed yourself to change your mind.

I love your openness of spirit.