In the midst of our messy, disorderly lives where perpetual battle
rages between chaos and order (chaos's currently winning by a mile), it hit me
like a red Tesla speeding through outer space,
Lent starts this week!
It was the strangest, the most ‘out
of place’ thought imaginable.
Immersed in the firestorms of
Larry Nassars and the Harvey Weinsteins of the world, the Winter Olympics
and the MeToo movement, the bathroom renovation and the concert preparations,
trips to Y and doctors’ offices...
Squeezed between dishes, and loads of laundry, self-imposed
and others-generated stress, Lent sneaked up on me like a cat from under the living
room armoir.
It wagged its slender tail and
cocked its cute little head as if to say,
I am here again. What are
you going to do with me?
It's funny because I already
view it as 'tradition' although it's only been few years in the making. I
mean my tradition, something I started observing, watching,
paying attention to as of super-recently, unlike the rest of the world that is
serious about stuff like this and has done it for centuries!
Regardless of what the rest of the world who is serious about God
is or isn’t doing, I must say that my Lenten adventures have been the best, the
funnest– if I dare use made-up word – the most refreshing and rejuvenating season
of the year…. and this has happened year after year.
It’s as if God chooses to use this time to rip out the
boring, dutiful, demanding, serious, frowning, irrelevant, disengaged mask I put in front
of His face, and shines through the dusty windows of my shriveled up soul, does His magic
and makes Life worth Living (capital L) again.
I don't know about you but, right now my life feels like it could use some ‘refreshing’…
Right now, my soul feels like it could use some ‘rejuvenating’…
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