Lent arrives with surprise.
Rebirth, renewal.
Always newly anew.
What we think is the same is never the same.
I am not who I was.
You are not who you were.
We are not who we were.
“Death is part of life.”
Each time that we rediscover this truth it deepens its surprise. Ah, yes: “the plot deepens.”
In the wilderness journey, pretense becomes irrelevant. Presence is required. Be aware that Grace breathes in the present moment.
Let go. Become new. Lent calls.
In our stark nakedness, neediness we are awash in blessings.
Are you startled?
Don’t be surprised that surprise is the prise of lent.
Scintillating sands parch us to the bone. A mere drop of liquid: astonishing.
The order of One’s priorities will not be recorded in our post mortem report. Leave that for obituaries. Only our presence will be noted.
If you are not who you were
than
who are you?
Come
walk with me now
and see.
I
will not later be
who
I
now am.
If we are not who we were than who are we? Come let us walk now together and see. We will not later be who we now are.
If I am not who I was than who am I? I try to walk quietly and listen deeply and see. I will not later be who I now am.
Who we were as individuals is part of who we were as community.
Everything that is
always has been
and
always will be.
Relationship of all that is, is always changing. Is always new.