my sad ash wednesday story from a few years ago.

so i think ash wednesday freshman year coincided with with winterbreak or something because I made plans to go to the mall with some friends.

Got my ashes before going and it was a really good time. I remember sharing in silent solidarity with the few people I saw who bore their ashes (a couple families, a really hipster lady, and a custodian)

I went to Urban Outfitters to browse their fine selection of hipster merch and I was standing in front of the register with my back the the cashiers and two lovely ladies with the most stereotypical Valley accents said something along the lines of:

cashier 1: OMG have you seen all the people with the stuff on their foreheads

cashier 2: I know! It looks like they all came from a burning building or something

both laugh

i don’t want to exaggerate, but my heart did drop a little. I wanted to turn around and stick my forehead in their faces and ask them to repeat what they said. 

they weren’t being insulting, nor were they bashing Christianity, but I did find it extremely offensive. 

I’d say that was one of the first times I really grasped the seriousness of loving everyone. They stirred such anger in my heart and it was hard for me to think of anyone being able to hear that and still have respect for them.

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