I went to a nursing home to give out ashes and communion. I went to the lockdown ward. It is not a very stylish place. I approached a woman who did not seem to be very interested in my presence. I had my collar and black clerical outfit on. I asked if she would like ashes. She said yes. Then I offered her communion. She said yes and began to cry. I knew it was tears of joy. Medicines can quiet us down, zone us out, and disconnect us. The medicine of Ash Wednesday ashes touching the skin on the forehead, and the Eucharist on the tongue, for this woman, was a far better medicine. For a moment and maybe longer, she was healed. It changed her day. It certainly changed mine.
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