by Leonard Earl Johnson
of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana
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The Day After Mardi Gras,
Ash Wednesday and the Forty Days of Lent
© 2023, Leonard Earl Johnson,
All Rights Reserved
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Dedicated to Ernest J. Gaines,
First Issue U. S. Postage Stamp, Novelist and Writer-in-Residence, Professor Emeritus
University of Louisiana, Lafayette
Born, 1933 in Oscar, Louisiana
Died 2019 in Oscar, Louisiana
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All over Louisiana,
the day after Mardi Gras is Ash Wednesday. The day Carnival's joyful mantle is lifted leaving Lent's ashen smudge in its place.
At Cathedrals from New Orleans to Lafayette,
business suits stood cheek-by-jowl with crimson capes and smeared-lipstick ladies awaiting priests dressed in the Vestments of Sorrow, smearing The Sign of The Cross on celebrant foreheads with thumbs dipped in the ashes of last year's Palm Sunday Palms.
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Up and down the Mississippi River, and from the Sabine River to the Pearl River, Zamboni-like street sweepers washed away bottles, beads, and other signs of the faithful's sins; and Cajun chickens stretched their necks up to see if it was safe to come out.
Our forty-day abstinence begins. The parade limps off stage.
We harbor ecclesiastical doubts, but suffer none whatsoever about this ceremony.
It is Ash Wednesday, and
to ashes we are returning.
Lent begins, ushering in the longest holiday in
all the Christian calendar. A holiday celebrating suffering, the very thing the recently celebrated King Cake Baby Jesus grew up talking down. Yet it remains plumped as the chef's prunes.
Should you need a reason to be suspicious of evangelicals and their temporal political powers consider this: Carnival's time shrinks most years by measure of an inaccurate Pope Gregorian Calendar designed for the purpose of lengthening Lent's suffering by reducing Carnival's allotted days.
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Lent ~ by those same inaccurate calculations is codified into Canon Law so as to never lose one suffering day of penance.
"In such order we find sad truths,"
~ L. A. Norma.
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| Clearing the Liturgical Air |
Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) is the last day of Carnival's ever-changing time of joy.
Next day, Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent's never-changing time of suffering.
"The Gregorian Calendar," L. A. Norma explains to a bewildered tourist sharing our pedicab,
"what with Easter changing with the moon, is none too accurate!
"For instance, in the secular world we have
leap year!"
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Easter Sunday, 40 days later, marks the end of Lent and celebrates Spring.
It is a holiday adapted by the marauding legions of Rome, from religions the Romans happened upon in their warring travels. They proudly harvested it from those who began their distant drummings long before Christianity went on the road.
Spring, a.k.a., Easter may be the oldest human celebration. Miscalculated on our calendars today with those aforementioned Gregorian instruments forged and honed out of faith in suffering and suspicion of pleasure.
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Beansprout |
Suffering is not to be monkeyed with in this theological view. Carnival's pleasures, however, are reducible by God's agents using their inaccurate stopwatches.
For the faithful, Lenten fasting knits Carnival's raveled sleeve and prepares us for Spring's rebirth. Like the bean sprout and the jazz man say:
"Blow the roof off the sucker"
𝅘𝅥𝅮🎷🎜🎝🎺𝅘𝅥𝅯
It has been a good Lent so far this year, with sunny mornings and a warm place in the kitchen to read Internet newspapers and sip coffee. Cedars Grocery on Jefferson Street, Lafayette, stocks Brocato's of New Orleans handmade Sicilian sesame seed cookies. They are my favorite memory food from before Katrina, COVID-19, Library book-burners, Congress critters like George Santos (R-NY), Russian proxy wars in Ukraine, Republican fifth columns, and daily mass shootings at school and home. All is well again, with a sesame seed cookie and a warm cup of coffee.
Lent do your thing, we have sins to atone!
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| Photo credit: Eric Douglas |
The live oaks outside our dormer windows are a soft young green. Live oaks don't dump their leaves till Spring's new buds arrive (as followers of JFK conspiracies will readily tell you). Then they change from old dark green to young soft green almost overnight.
Today soft-green rules coastal Louisiana, and old alligators lie on the banks in whatever sun we can find, dreaming of Easter baskets and Spring.
(A lesser version of this story first appeared in 2004)--------
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© 2023, Leonard Earl Johnson,
All Rights Reserved.
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Lagniappe du Jour
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After The Mardi Gras
Wayne Toups
You Tube
Wayne Toups, free concert With Joe Hall & The Cane Cutters at Downtown Alive, Friday, March 3, 2023 on the International Stage, Lafayette, Louisiana starting time sunset-ish 🚅 🚉 🚍 🚏 🚖 Stage is one block from the Rosa Parks Transportation Centre,
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(Amtrak / Greyhound / City and tour busses / taxi) |
| Rosa Parks Transportation Centre |
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