We share a moment in common, Jonas, surprisingly! I too went to church with my sister on Ash Wednesday morning. And I too have not been to such a service since I was in the 8th Grade at a Catholic school. I forgot all about the way the service was structured, or for what purpose.
In my sister’s Catholic Church, there were small black devotional reading books given out before the service. 7-minute reads on a daily basis until Easter. I’m lax in reading it everyday, but I’m great at reading the whole book through at one sitting…. sigh… :) Anyway, so I have that little book to read through now…and I came out of church with black ashes inscribed on my forehead. I’m still not certain that I “get it” where Ash Wednesday is concerned.
Well, I sorta get it…that it’s the preparatory time leading up to the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. The time of repentance.
There were not a lot of people in church on Wednesday morning at 8 a.m. (Most of the working folks were…well… working.)
But it was a time of contemplation for me…particularly since I don’t yet have my new hearing aide. (Since my hearing loss is at 40% in both ears, with no hearing aides, I couldn’t really understand what the priest was saying, but I can still read. :) )
Bless you, Jonas. I’m enjoying reading your posts here at Medium.