But two years ago Lent got off to an unusual start...
I attended an Ash Wednesday service, received my ashes, and when I got into my car I looked in the rearview mirror.
I had a huge CSI thumbprint on my forehead. Not a cross, mind you...a huge THUMBPRINT! I mean, I was a walking, talking advertisement for the television series, complete with their signature fingerprint in which you can see every whorl and ridge.
So, and I am embarrassed to admit this, I wiped the ashes/thumbprint off.
End of the irreverent story. I'll write something more profound tomorrow...after all, it will be Ash Wednesday.