Lent is a call to weep for what we could have been and are not. Lent is the grace to grieve for what we should have done and did not. Lent is the opportunity to change what we ought to change but have not. Lent is not about penance. Lent is about becoming, doing and changing whatever it is that is blocking the fullness of life in us right now.
Lent is a summons to live anew.
I’m not sure that I wish to fully embrace this particular Lenten journey. Pregnancy has a way of cleaning everything out that has been stored in my attics and basements.
It pretty much makes me feel like this most of the time.
I suppose that Lent is a type of “pregnancy”…a time of waiting, excruciating vulnerability, getting rid of the old junk to make way for new life.
Maybe I should count myself blessed to be ahead of the game, already prepped and ready to go on this journey, thanks to coursing hormones and general biological upheaval.
Maybe I should gather courage to embrace the raw meat. Become an emotional sashimi enthusiast for the duration of Lent.
But, frankly, it’s daunting. I’d rather just get to the “new life” bit. (Wouldn’t we all?)