T.S. Eliot famously wrote that April is the cruelest month. With all due respect to his disorientation and unfulfilled yearnings, in the northern climes, it is MARCH that is the cruelest month. Like dogs straining too long at too-short leashes, most of my fellow Minnesotans and I are nearly bonkers in anticipation of spring! My spirit chuckles when I see young teenagers sporting their flip-flops and shorts despite temperatures still hovering in the twenties. They know that spring is the future and choose to live in it NOW as best they can.
Our late Easter this year is not helping. Is this the first year that we see so many writers in the blogosphere urging us to "forget Lent" or to doing something happy-happy instead of our customary spiritual fasting, however we express it? Please don't, by the way, forget Lent, enticing as the idea may seem. As eager as we may be for green grass, for Easter, for the NEXT THING IN LIFE, whatever it may be, as Walker Percy wrote, "Whatever is, is holy." Our "is" in Minnesota is still snow and Lent. What wonders do they yet hold? What soul work deep within that we invited God to do this Lent, still remains unfinished?
Hold on! Hold on, and see!
(End of sermonette!)
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