Lent. It is one of those things I have always been curious about. I was raised Methodist. We did Mardi Gras. We did Easter. But Lent was just this thing in between that all of my Catholic friends did.
I have always wanted to try it. It kind of struck me as this New Year’s Resolution kind of thing but easier, because you only had to stick with it for 40 days. That’s about as long as my resolutions last, so it is kind of a no-brainer.
I decided this would be the year. I asked- on my facebook status one day- what I should give up. I opened up the thread as sort of a suggestion box for Lent.
While deprivation- you know, giving up candy bars and swearing and stuff- is part of the Lent process, it is just a small part.
What it is really about is getting closer to God. It is something my friends of all faiths, I have learned, participate in every year.
To get closer to God, my friends revealed they actually focus more on starting something, rather than stopping. Starting a new devotional reading or prayer or meditation each of those forty days.
So, here I am, on Lent Eve. I really don’t want to talk about what I have eaten today. I mean, it is Fat Tuesday, and I am going to do a fast of sorts over the next 40 days. I have a miserable sugar buzz. I know this deprivation will actually just benefit me. That is the selfish part of this whole season for me.
I will also write, read, meditate and converse with and about God. So, from now until Easter, this blog is really going to be junk I think about God.
I don’t know what is going to happen here. From what I already know in my dealings with God, that is how it is supposed to be.