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angellous_evangellous
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I remember my first Ash Wednesday in seminary.
As I was walking from the library to the seminary building, I saw one or two people with an awful looking cross on their heads.
When I stepped into the seminary hall, EVERYONE had crosses on their heads. I thought that the apocalypse had come. I ran to the bathroom and there was no cross on MY head. As I walked to class I tried not to stare, but I was terrified.
And everyone looked at me like I was weird.
** As a side note, I made it a point not to attend chapel at both seminaries that I attended. It's a matter of pride that I've been in seminary since 2003 and I barely know where the chapels are. In this case, I would have saved myself a few moments of terror.
As I was walking from the library to the seminary building, I saw one or two people with an awful looking cross on their heads.
When I stepped into the seminary hall, EVERYONE had crosses on their heads. I thought that the apocalypse had come. I ran to the bathroom and there was no cross on MY head. As I walked to class I tried not to stare, but I was terrified.
And everyone looked at me like I was weird.
** As a side note, I made it a point not to attend chapel at both seminaries that I attended. It's a matter of pride that I've been in seminary since 2003 and I barely know where the chapels are. In this case, I would have saved myself a few moments of terror.