For almost my entire life, I have lived in a Christian household. My parents manifested their faith in a variety of ways and denominations, but we were, from my earliest memories, Christian.
My mother could tell you about the wild life they led before they came to the Lord. I was a baby. Go to her for those stories.
Because of my long relationship with the Lord, I’ve grown somewhat…complacent.
Oh fine, lazy. Uninterested. Faithless.
I’m having a mid-Christian crisis.
In the middle of the crisis of faith, I’ve left off doing some important stuff. One of those things is observing the spiritual side of holidays. I had thought about a Lenten sacrifice, but in true lazy-ass fashion, dithered until Ash Wednesday was upon me. Whoops, missed it this year. Whatever. No doing without wine, chocolate or TV for me! What was the point, really?
And then, I read this. And I knew what the point was. I knew what to give up, because while reading this short post on the meaning of Lent, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
So I logged on to Facebook and committed myself before I could wriggle out of the conviction. I’m pretty much a superhero when it comes to wriggling out of things. I had to rip the bandaid off. Nothing dramatic, just a quick, “I read this, it made me think, I’m giving up Facebook for Lent. See ya after Easter, losers.”
And then forgot to link to the article.
Who’s the loser now?