Face to Ugly Face with Sin: Why a Failing Lent Really Isn't~ My Catholic Mom column
An honest, no-frills Lenten voyage:
Burying of the Alleluia.
Dwelling in Scripture in addition to well chosen literature during the season. For the reading is not just reading. It is Jesus.
Illuminating the twelve votive candles for our Friday evening Stations of the Cross devotion.
Living simply. Trying to, anyway.
Then there’s the giving up. Following through on this…. makes me want to, well, give up. Which makes me wonder: Who I am following?
Which, I’d say, is the point.
My family has long term, anticipatory plans on Shrove Tuesday. Don’t we all begin, of course, with The Ash Wednesday Clean Slate?
Eventually? Husband and kids are doing well. They’ll continue to do well. I know they will. Mostly I stray. And mostly, I am proud of the loves of my life who subscribe to the “real-men-do” philosophy: Real men do depend on scripture and fasting and repentance.
Like entering the desert of our souls. Like walking with Jesus into the dark, unrelenting wilderness for forty days. Like becoming aware of our ragged spirits and begging mercy for the dark night of our souls.
Is Lent about forming and renewing? Or forfeiting? Is one more important than the other? And what does it say about me that I just can’t stick with what I planned to renounce?
Possibly that I need to empty the soul more to know the filling of God? And possibly, that a failing Lent really isn’t — once I come to this realization: