Most people give things up for Lent…like Facebook or Fried Chicken.
I’ve never really known what to do with the Lent. I know it starts with an ashy forehead and ends in a bloody resurrection, but the 40-day give-it-up in between is shrouded in mystery for me.
I was told once that “it’s only a Catholic thing” where they just don’t eat fish on Fridays, but I see the Baptists having their own challenge, too.
Another person told me it’s pagan – based on the High Holy Days on the Jewish calendar that happen in the Fall, but some old priest or king wanted to make the little Christian Jews worship pagan Gods, like Ostara, so they moved it close to the time this Man died who everyone called their Savior.
I’m still not really sure where the Lent fits in the grand scheme of things, in my pockets or in my soul, so I’m breaking the rules this year.
For the 40 days of Lent, I will be writing 40 days of thank you letters.
I read once, or ten million times written on my heart, that thanksgiving, that gratitude, the eucharisteo, precedes the miracle and the biggest miracle I can think of is a death and a reliving and an ascension, scars and all.