Ash Wednesday - February 26, 2020
Christ Episcopal Church - Milford, DE
So, which is it? Do we listen to Joel or do we pay attention
to Jesus?
Sanctify
a fast / call a solemn assembly
Or,
as the words to that old song goes: “Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
and everyone knows, everyone goes, to Brother Love’s Show.’
But, Jesus says, “Beware of practicing your piety before others.
Don’t sound the trumpet before you.
Go to your room and shut the door and pray in secret.”
So, which is it? A big show or quiet, secret piety?
Here’s the perennial question of Ash Wednesday: What do you
do with the ashes on your forehead? Do you keep them on or wipe them off?
If you keep them on your forehead, are you in violation of
what Jesus is saying?
Given what Jesus is saying, why does the church impose
ashes on people’s foreheads, anyway?
It won’t disappoint some of you to know that I’m going to
answer those questions with a story.
One of my dearest friends and colleagues in The Episcopal
Church was a man named Lane Dennison. Lane was one of the finest preachers in
this church. He was also an author and a wonderful storyteller.
Oh, and he played
saxophone in a jazz band. Now, he plays the sax in a jazz band in heaven.
I miss him all the time.
One year, he and his band were invited to play at the famous
NY Jazz Club known as Birdland. He couldn’t believe it. This was a fabulous
opportunity. How could this have happened? And then, he looked again at the date.
The first night of the band’s performance was Ash Wednesday.
The first night of the band’s performance was Ash Wednesday.
Suddenly, it made sense. It didn’t matter. It was THE BIRDLAND.
Of course, they would go.
Lane and his band members took the subway to midtown
Manhattan for rehearsal. Birdland is on W 44th St. So they decided to stop off at
the noonday Ash Wednesday mass at St. Mary the Virgin Episcopal Church on
W 46th Street.
The church is also known as Smokey Mary’s for its High Anglo-Catholic
style. (It’s also known as “the last virgin on 46th Street,” but
that’s another story for another time.)
Every member of the band got a huge, black smudge of ashes on their forehead. As they walked out of the church doors and down into Times Square, they engaged in a discussion of the perennial question of the day: “What do you do with the ashes on your forehead? Do you keep them on or wipe them off?”
Every member of the band got a huge, black smudge of ashes on their forehead. As they walked out of the church doors and down into Times Square, they engaged in a discussion of the perennial question of the day: “What do you do with the ashes on your forehead? Do you keep them on or wipe them off?”
Now, if any of you have been to Times Square in New York, you know that there is a small tribe of people who roam the streets there. Some of us call them "The Wild People of Times Square."
Just as Lane and his band got to Times Square one of the Wild Men came up to
them, looked at the smudges of ashes on their foreheads and started yelling to
the crowd: “Do you SEEwhat they have there? DO YOU SEE IT? Look everybody! Do
you SEE those ASHES on their FOREHEADS?”
As a small crowd stopped to look, he asked,
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?? DO YOU?"
As Lane tells the story, for a few minutes, something close
to another miracle happened on 42nd Street. There was actually a few moments silence on Times
Square.
That was quickly broken by the Wild Man of Times Square who began to yell at
the top of his voice:
"IT MEANS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"
"IT MEANS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE."
"IT MEANS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"
"IT MEANS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE."
And, just as quickly as he had appeared, the Wild Man of
Times Square disappeared.
But, he had answered the question. Lane and his band
decided they would leave the ashes on their foreheads.
Why? Because, they decided that, for them, that’s the whole point of the journey called
Lent which we are about to take. We’re all human. That means we’re all going
to die. Because our time on this earth is finite, limited. God is unlimited.
Infinite. We are mortal. God is immortal.
Ash Wednesday begins a 40-day walking pilgrimage into the fullness of what
it means to be human. That is important because we believe that an essential
part of God came to earth and became human.
We believe Jesus was fully divine and fully human.
We believe Jesus was fully divine and fully human.
Because Jesus was fully human, he lived fully and died the
shameful death of a criminal, on a cross.
But, he died so that we would know the promise of life eternal.
But, he died so that we would know the promise of life eternal.
The ashes remind us that we are going to die. Wearing the
ashes sends the message that we know we are going to die but because of that
cross we wear, we are also promised the mystery of life eternal.
So, although we die, behold, we live! (See 2 Corinthians 5:20B-6:10)
It’s important that you get the message of that mystery.
What you do with it, however, is up to you. You’ll not find any Ash Wednesday
police force, checking to see if you have your ashes prominently displayed or
if you’ve wiped them off.
It is important to remember something else Joel said, “Rend
your hearts, not your garments.”
Lent is an inward journey, deep into the heart of what it
means to be human. It’s a season to wander around and explore the boundaries of what it means to be
fully human. Finite. Mortal. With limits and a limited time to accomplish what
it is that you were placed here to do.
As my grandmother would say, at some point you realize that you have fewer years ahead of you than you do behind you.
Lent is the time to consider your life and to consider what God created you to do with the time you have been given with that one, precious life. And, it's a time to ask what’s standing in your way of becoming all that you are and all God intended you to be.
Lent is a time to journey deep into to mystery that JRR Tolkien wrote in The Lord of the Rings, a riddle first given in the letter left for Frodo by Gandalf, so he would recognize Aragorn.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
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