Seems we had a breakdown in communication for our Mass last night. No lector, no ushers, no one (other than the priest and deacon) to administer ashes. So our pastor asked if some people would come forward to administer the ashes. One young man (senior in HS probably) got up to get a friend to be an usher with him later. Father saw him and said, “You come on over here too.”
The young man blushed and, after receiving ashes himself, began to administer them. Being at the piano next to the alter, I was the first person he came to. Flustered, he put the ashes on my head and said, “Be faithful to your sin and turn away from the Gospel.” Oops.

I was hoping this Lent would be the start of something new in my life, not just a reliving of my past!