Where It Went II

As she took her place, during the prayer, I felt a distinct breeze blow past my neck.

Almost ten years ago, I attended my first Ash Wednesday service, an event which became a blog post, then the introduction story in my first book. I sent a copy to the priest in the story. While adjusting his mic, he asked me to hold the ashes before the service began. Afterward, I shook his hand, told him I was not Catholic, and he assured me, ‘It’s OK!…