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March rain pelted the windows as the cantors chanted the ancient but timely command (see Joel 2:12-16):
Call an assembly.
Gather the people.
Proclaim a fast.
Lent had begun.
I settled into the incense and the season with a deep sigh, ready to step once again into this time of unburdening, ready to make room—some space for grace, as it were.
Why did I have to wait for this day to shed my life of excess? And what was I going to leave behind? It used to be easy: sweets, pop, or the movies. Then one year, I realized that I was looking forward to Lent to go on a diet … uh, oh.
So there I sat in the pew, trying to find the thing that needed to go to create an opening, a pathway for the Holy One to fill. The year before I had renounced complaining. Pure torture, but by the end…
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