The True Fast
Out of all the feasts and fasts of the church year, Ash Wednesday is the one most liable to be misunderstood. We engage in the (admittedly strange) ritual of scraping soot on our foreheads to remind us of our existential limitations. We participate in this ritual because we humans have the troublesome habit of casting ourselves as the stars in the universal drama of God’s Creation. But the ashes tell a different story: one of transience, of fleetingness. And this makes sense, considering that if the history of the universe were a calendar year, humanity would make its appearance a second before midnight on December 31st.
