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Date: 22 February 2012 23:10:05
Enough of the pancakes, and on to the sombre reflection of Ash Wednesday. I'm sure each year in our church the clergy try to outdo each other as to who can draw the biggest crosses. Soon we will all look like England fans at a soccer international. No anthem tonight, only three hymns and the Thorne Mass. But one of the readings was the same words as 'Wash me throughly' (Wesley) so I sang it to myself, instead.
Whatever is up with Lent Courses these days? You used to be able to go and get a series of decent talks by a learned theologian, studying a subject in depth; now it's all writing on pebbles, making paper chains and talking about your feeeeeeeelings. Ewwww! You might have gathered I've decided not to bother this year. (I think I'll stay home and listen to Bach's St. Matthew Passion instead. Music often does speak louder than words, and is very soothing to the soul. Especially an old, curmudgeonly one like mine.)