Lent

Ash Wednesday is sexy. At least, in comparison to the rest of Lent. We've gone through the excess of Tuesday and have become painfully self-aware on Wednesday. We've all felt very communal and together and we've gotten over our hangovers and we've washed our faces and now everything has the potential to go back to

Last night, I spent two hours standing in Brooklyn's Atlantic Avenue-Pacific Street subway station reminding complete strangers of their mortality. Each Ash Wednesday, a small band of St. Lydia's community offers ashes to the people passing by. Last year, it was in Union Square (when I first saw them, but did not know who they

Ash-Wednesday by TS Eliot Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this man’s gift and that man’s scopeI no longer strive to strive towards such things(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)Why should I mournThe vanished power of the usual reign?Because I do

Fat Tuesday snuck up on me this year, which means that Lent did, too. I had been very busy with work and a recent vacation to Iceland. And I had lost track of the liturgical calendar, which can also mean that I had not been to church in some time. For those of us for

The Manchester Passion was a public, outdoor event performed on Good Friday, 2006, put on by BBC3 in the English city of Manchester, home to some of the most iconic post-punk and alternative bands of late twentieth century English rock. The goal was simple: tell the story of Good Friday through the seminal and influential