I just left the desert on Sunday. I'm a week behind, I know.
This year, Lent seemed to be more about coming to a startling realization rather than intentional sacrifice.
I felt more like the wandering Israelites in the wilderness for forty years than the fasting Christ in the wilderness for forty days.
The things I usually give up for Lent seemed so much harder to leave behind. I felt more removed from God than connected. And as I felt the descending sense of isolation, I sat and was acted upon, rather than acting.
Now, as the Christian world celebrates the Risen Christ, I join in the jubilee, but seek the discipline I missed during those forty days.
May the Lord be with me, and all who search for submission to the Father.