As a child I, for the most part, did what I was told. Once a year I would go to church during the day on a Wednesday (I even got out of school to do so). The funnily dressed guy in charge of the church would stuck his finger in an ashpot and then smear ashes on my forehead. I was told it was a sacred thing. Of course no would could provide a good definition of sacred. I did note that if I did the same to myself, it was just dirt and I'd be told to "go wash your face." It seemed a very odd thing to do. Needless to say my attitudes were not conducive to a life of devotion. I have lost touch with annual ashes assembly.
I am surprized to learn, the god squad will now come to you. They are out on the streets and if you want they will transfer ashes from their pot to your head and bless you to boot. No church is needed. It's convenient. It's strange.
Episcopal priests offer 'Ashes to Go' as Lent begins
I don't think I ever wondered about the ashes as a child. I think I thought is just so much dirt. I did not ponder their production. Now I learn there are ash merchants. Be careful with that first word, ash, if you change one letter we've on a very different topic.
Ash Wednesday: Churches make last-minute calls to ash merchants
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