Once again I did not attempt to give anything up for Lent, but we do go to Friday night fish frys in the area (mostly the Chanhassen Legion, but also various churches…). This season seems sneak up on me, and before I know it I am trying to fill Easter baskets and make Holy Week services. Yet, it has become an increasingly important season in my spiritual life as the mysteries of Christ come alive in my physical world.
- Mardi Gras, yes, the season before Lent, became a part of our life when living in New Orleans. We mainly stuck to the Garden District to watch the parades, preferring the more family oriented scene, but did venture in other areas with friends (avoiding Bourbon St. for many reasons). Yet, we caught the “bug” and fully enjoy the Christian spirit of Mardi Gras.
- My oldest was born on Good Friday. I could not ignore the significance of receiving such an amazing gift on the day that Mary lost hers. It was as if Easter came early that year, but without Good Friday, the real Easter meant nothing.
- Living in Minnesota, Lent comes just as the winter is starting to drive most of us a bit crazy. My husband’s vegetable catalogues keep arriving in our mailbox and he begins to plan the summer’s garden. We begin to think of flowers, digging in the dirt and the kids getting outside. But Spring is just out of reach…a promise yet unfulfilled.
- Last week our neighbors lost their 8 month old to SIDS. I just can’t imagine. I pray that the meaning of Easter brings them peace, but I doubt Spring, or Summer, will ever arrive in the same way again.
Lent is a time of reflection, and without trying, that is what this time has come to be for me. I thank God for all that I have, for all that I have had and will have…but most of all, for God’s undying love despite and because of my human failings, both minor and serious.