I went to a 7 a.m. Ash Wednesday service today at the Episcopal Church of St. John the Baptist. I’ve never regularly attended traditional church services, much less ones for special days, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
It was sparsely attended, which is understandable given the time of day and the fact that the church scheduled four services throughout the day.
Similar to another assignment, I kinda felt like a jerk for walking around and making camera-shutter noises that echoed in the largely empty sanctuary. But I was as discreet as I could possibly be, and I’d asked several attendees for their permission and names before the service began. Everyone seemed focused on the service and not at all distracted by my movements, which was relieving.