Ash Wednesday is today in America. This is one of my favorite seasons of the Church's year. It's only 40 days, and it truly is a welcome aberration in the flow of life. It focuses activity as it eliminates a bit of passivity and in doing so, brings us alive just a bit more--"Life more abundantly," right? (John 10:10)
I am always sorrowful at the end of Lent, as if the grace required for the preceding 40 days dispels a bit and my selfishness begins beaming back through the protective clouds to roast and char my back again. The great beauty is hammering the reminder home, that we have time--however scary that may be to think, and however soon anyone may die. We have time to participate in this great process that requires our energy, our perspective, enthusiasm, tastes, and characteristics. We have time. We have time.
I am always sorrowful at the end of Lent, as if the grace required for the preceding 40 days dispels a bit and my selfishness begins beaming back through the protective clouds to roast and char my back again. The great beauty is hammering the reminder home, that we have time--however scary that may be to think, and however soon anyone may die. We have time to participate in this great process that requires our energy, our perspective, enthusiasm, tastes, and characteristics. We have time. We have time.
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