Poor Britney. Really, is there anyone out there who can't understand the impulse to do something a little unexpected? Who hasn't, at least a little, fallen to pieces? I imagine it's easier to fall and more difficult to pick up the pieces with so many people watching.
I certainly can understand the feeling, though. Ash Wednesday surprised me this year. As a somewhat recent convert to the Episcopal faith, perhaps I have the convert's zeal for these kinds of rituals, but I really respond to the observance of Lent. Starting off the season with an evening service makes it feel special and important to me. We are marked with pieces of ash and reminded of our own fractured natures. This season confronts me with the seemingly endless quantity of my neediness, how unwhole I feel.
But thankfully, I am not expected to meet my needs alone, or to create wholeness from just personally limited resources.
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