I think about his robe, his beautiful, seamless robe. Like the Cross, its molecular integrity is gone by now–not in a cathedral somewhere, not in a tomb. They cast lots for it, so as not to destroy its value,
A thrift store God–
A seamless robe
he paid full price
Lately he doesn’t seem to smile much, hardly a surprise when his latest hobby is world domination.
I pray for him, but how?
How do you pray for a monster?
By acknowledging we are all monsters, only some monsters do not obey the voices in our heads which
Reduce cities to rubble and children to dust.
The advice is simple–
You are a man, just a man
And you are dying
You cannot, no,will not, outrun God
Repent and change
Leave everything but your soul behind and say you are sorry for what you have done
Replace your illusions of control with the acknowledgement of your weakness
For we are all monsters here
Debtors all to grace
I have been some sort of follower of Jesus my whole life and I never looked up the meaning of “lent” until this morning.
It means to elongate or lengthen and it refers to the passage of days in spring into summer. It means the spring season.
Ironically, this makes me feel better about all the years my arbitrary Lenten prohibitions have been less than fulfilled to the letter of the law.
Lent is grace.
I remember teaching at a community college in Maryland and looking at the sky in early March. I could see how the light lasted a little longer each day before the evening classes for adult learners.
I had a Russian student who had or feigned a crush on me. I see him holding roses with the evening sun behind him. For almost thirty years I have thought of that acknowledgment of lent in the days when winter starts to lose its sway and light stretches forth.
What does Jesus want from lent? What does he want from us?
He wants our full passion and attention. He wants us to walk in the light.