Well, just in case y'all are wondering what I've been up to all week, it sure wasn't being here in Mammalland. Dang it all if I didn't just drop off the face of charity to do some serious damage to my Lent. I guess the lack of yogurt was too serious a cross to bear. Oh, pathetic first world Christian that I am. Sigh. Only a week and a half to go.
While pondering how pathetic I am in the big picture I decided to have a little look back to see if I have been equally pathetic in the Lents that I have had this blog. So, have a little gander at a few Lenten thoughts.
To sing well, it is like a prayer said twice. So says Saint Augustine. But read this first as prose.
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the King of Glory died, my richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all." "He is not going to let me find the easy way for this salvation thing. Nuh uh. If I were smarter, perhaps, I would just accept the natural opportunities that occur each day every three to four minutes all day long and sometimes at night too, in family life graciously and lovingly. What is it that holds me back so frequently from facing my daily, hourly, minutely (I made that up) trials with love, gentleness and patience? With great virtue. Pride? check. Stubbornness? check. Laziness? check.