Today is Ash Wednesday, and as evidenced by my “Spring it Up” post on Monday, I’d really prefer to focus on the positive than face my sin and Jesus’ sacrifice.
I’ve shared before and before that I’m pretty much a failure at Lent. Like John says, I’m more of a Christmas than Easter girl. Could we skip over the Lent chapter please? But there’s no rebirth without death, no salvation without facing my sin, so I continue to try to enter in, to talk to God. This is a repost from a few years ago…
As I mentioned the other day, we’re on vacation in Florida and the other morning we decided to attend an Ash Wednesday service at a lovely little Episcopal Chapel near where we’re staying.
I was on high alert from the moment we entered because I’m not Episcopalian and I was sure I was going to mess up and kneel at the wrong time, or not know the secret handshake that would get me communion, or ask forgiveness for my “debts” instead of my “trespasses”.
I took my cues from a girl across the aisle who clearly knew the liturgical ropes, bowing to the Bible when it went by and making the sign of the cross on her forehead, lips, and heart. I was fascinated.
Like I said, I’m not Episcopalian and I’m not Catholic either, but by turns throughout my life I have been disdainful towards, curious about, and, in the past five years, enriched by many of their practices.
When I was growing up all I knew was that the Catholic kids went to St. Petronille for church (named after a guy who must have been on the JV team of saints because I’ve never heard of him since and neither has my husband who did grow up Catholic). They got to get out of school early on Wednesday to go to Catechism and got to eat fish on Friday. We never had fish in my family. So they were special and kind of mysterious to me.
On Wednesday, while I still struggled to own the words of liturgy in a way that was meaningful, I deeply appreciated the silence, the reverence, and the simplicity of a worship gathering full of Scripture. These guys really do repentance big time!
Anyway, all this has got me thinking about Lent and the question many people ask, “What are you giving up for Lent?”
Confession: As far as I can remember I’ve never given up anything for Lent.
It’s just not been a part of my spiritual tradition. And frankly, when I have considered it I’ve always thought “Well I could give up Starbucks if I wanted to, but I don’t have to so I won’t.” I am so not into sacrifice. I realize this exposes one of the idols I daily pray to relinquish – the idol of comfort. Ugh!
I know it’s easy to abuse this practice…make it a badge of honor, a “work of righteousness”, an end instead of a means. But, I’ve been reading about it and I’m wondering if it might be a good spiritual practice for me, identifying with Jesus in some small way, this voluntary sacrifice stuff. I’m cringing even as I write this. I find myself thinking, “Could I pick something I like, but don’t like too much? Kind of ease into this maybe?”
I want to know… What is experience with giving up something for Lent? Does it help you to see your sin and become more like Jesus?
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Couple quotes on Lent…
“Lenten disciplines help us to abstain from the daily distractions that prevent us from seeing and naming reality correctly. As we allow some of the external trappings of our lives to be stripped away, we can return to a truer sense of ourselves and a deeper pursuit of God.” Ruth Haley Barton
“Like going with Jesus into the wilderness for forty days, that we might come face to ugly face with our enemy. Our sacrificing that we might become more like Christ in His sacrifice.” Ann Voskamp
