What better day than Ash Wednesday to mention an outward expression of your personal faith?
At music time this morning, I wondered what it was on a woman’s forehead. Ah, her cross. We have plans to attend service this evening, as we usually do, where we will receive our mark, our identification as Christians.
But it’s not an easy thing, revealing your belief and interpretation of Spirit. Just because I identify with Christianity doesn’t mean I’m exactly like all other Christians, or vice versa. Indeed, I imagine I’m pretty far to the left of the norm. It takes a special gift to be one who regularly proclaims one’s faith out loud, sharing with others, encouraging others to embody the faith they share.
I admit I have a hard time labeling myself Christian, in light of all the things that have been done and are done in the name of Christianity. But tonight I’ll accept my cross and with it the commitments I plan to keep for all of Lent (giving up carbonated beverages and alcohol, taking on devoted journaling of meditations, gratitude and dreams).
At the core of all religions, as I see it, is Love, pure Compassion, and with that I can identify. I can strive to follow Christ’s example. I can try to be more Christ-like.
Who is your example of Love? What could you do to embody unconditional Love? It is quite simple, really. It’s letting go of the ego that’s the hard part.