Ash Wednesday A sacred time of prayer, reflection, and preparation for the joy of Easter. This day reminds us of our mortality and calls us to turn inward, focusing on repentance and renewal. It’s a gentle nudge to refocus our spiritual lives and embrace the teachings of Christ as we embark on this six-week journey of penitence.
Growing up in a Catholic school, I remember the profound impact that attending church every morning had on me. The first moments of each day were dedicated to worship, fostering a connection with God that still resonates within me. My heart was often moved by the Stations of the Cross, where each moment of Jesus’ journey resonated deeply. While many may have gone through the motions, I found myself lost in gratitude, contemplating the sacrifices made for us all.
Yet, my path through Catholic school was not without its challenges. I confess, I was no angel. As I navigated the halls with a mouth that sometimes overflowed with sass, I often found myself at odds with authority figures. A pivotal moment for me was when a stranger chased me near my home, Thank God I knew where to run and get away, but it was an experience that shattered my childhood belief in the goodness of adults. From that point on, I struggled to respect those I perceived as “elders.”
In my younger years, interactions with nuns and Monsignors often felt less like guidance and more like punishment. Their methods could be harsh, and the emotional scars lingered far longer than the actual reprimands. I remember an instance vividly: arriving at an early mass unknowingly conducted in Polish. Despite feeling a sense of God’s presence, I was met with disdain rather than understanding. Instead of being encouraged in my efforts, I faced criticism for not knowing the language. At times, it felt like the ceremony was marred by the drama that came with it.
I often pondered what Jesus would say to me during those difficult moments. I believed He would offer understanding, compassion, and reassurance that everything would be okay. Over time, my disillusionment pushed me away from the Catholic faith. However, as I grew older and encountered kinder souls, I found my way back to the church, albeit at my own pace, sometimes attending services at non-denominational congregations.
Today, on Ash Wednesday, I encourage each of us to reflect on our actions and strive to be better individuals. In a world often filled with hate and selfishness, let us choose kindness. The teachings of Jesus remind us of the power of love and compassion, urging us to uplift one another rather than tear each other down.
The Stations of the Cross serve as an incredible guide for reflection—not just on Christ’s journey but on our own. Each station calls us to consider our lives, the pain we endure, and the beauty we can create through acts of love and service. Remembering these stations helps to ground us and keeps our hearts open to empathy.
As we embark on this Lenten season, let us commit to seeking peace in our hearts and extending that peace to others. May this Ash Wednesday inspire us to rise above the noise, cherishing moments of calm and reflection.
Wishing you all a blessed, peaceful day filled with joy and love. Let us go forth, inspired and connected, striving to make the world a little brighter, one act of kindness at a time.
Joyful-Echoes 