Yesterday was Ash Wednesday and we had explained to Bean how we were going to church and would have ashes put on our foreheads. Both Orla and I love Ash Wednesday as its the day in the year christians make a visible public sign of their faith.
Orla chose St Ignatious Loyola Church nearby as they had advertised a 4pm kids event. But we forgot it was the hard core bunch (jesuits) and after a long lecture to the kids by a rather frightening docent, they were told that only 7 +year olds could have ashes (can't remember the doctrinal reason) and the younger kids would get a blessing instead.
Bean was having none of that. She'd been promised ashes on her forehead and a blessing just wasn't going to cut it. How come the big girls get ashes and she can't, anyway if she couldn't get ashes rubbed on her head she wasn't going to accept a blessing.
So we left and walked literally next door (one block up) to the Park Avenue Church which is a non-denominational church that doubles as a synagogue on saturdays. They had a walk-in all-day service. Anyone who wanted to could get ashes, there were always two volunteers at the altar at the ready. They asked you if you wanted to pray for anything and then held your hands, prayed with you, and concluded with a blessing and administering the ashes (a cross on your forehead).
Bean was well pleased. She asked for a prayer for her godfather Sam, got a blessing and got a black cross rubbed on her forhead. I'm not sure there wasn't even some competition as coming out of church she looked at Orla and said "Mummy the lady that gave you ashes didn't do such a good job".
However it was cold and wet so Beanie put her hat on ! Coming home she was distraught the ashes were gone ! Orla rubbed some off her forehead and mine - but no good. Bean found a black marker pen and hey presto - she's the only girl I've seen who still has the mark of the ashes on her head two days later !
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