Next week is Ash Wednesday. Once again I find myself pondering what, if anything, I should give up for Lent.
So what do I give up this year? I don’t think I’m up for a lofty and poetic Lent. This year I already feel like I’m lurking in a shadowy tenebrae. I feel tied (chained?) to the mundane, the tellurian.
And so I ponder the question…
and question my motives…
and wonder if I should even bother.
But maybe, just maybe, if I wander through the shadows of Lent, I will catch a glimpse of light.
Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.