The thought going with me through Lent this year is this: we should retire the phrase, “God never gives us more than we can handle.”
The journey of Lent shaped my faith formation in childhood, and it gave me the space in adulthood to consider where God might be calling me to change my life.
Perhaps Lent is not so much for “giving up” as it is an invitation to “go deep," to make space and time to feel the weight of our need.
Lent has a way of interrupting my life. I would even go so far as to say that most years lead up to Lent for me. I suppose that’s the point.
We watch, sinners all, with bittersweet love for God and with that mixture of profound gratitude, shocking embarrassment, and deep sadness. We see the determination in both faces, and they are the faces that make us whole.
I approach texts like Psalm 31 with great fear and trepidation. I am drawn to them like a moth to flame, which is to say, warily, for I know these Psalms of lament can be devastating if you take them seriously.