I think I like colorful crosses better than the smudgy kind that’s on my forehead right now. I feel like I’m wearing my Lenten Lutheran guilt. But I guess that’s just what you do on Ash Wednesday. The good news is that I didn’t have an empty pew this time, unlike with Advent. The bad news is that the little boy sitting next to me had to go to the bathroom like a thousand times during the service. He repeatedly tripped over my boot trying to wiggle out of the pew. The same boot that I hadn’t realized had a piece of my lunch salad stuck to it the majority of the afternoon.