Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Late for Lent? Not this year!




Tomorrow, Ash Wednesday, marks the beginning of the season of Lent.  I see Lent as something of a "spiritual reboot".  Like the next person, my devotional life can get dry or condensed to the point where I feel like I can't hear God's voice.  I put other things first and end up giving God my "leftovers" at the end of the day, when God deserves my "first fruits", as the Bible says.

Even though it's not in the Protestant tradition, I like the idea of giving something up to remind myself of Christ's sacrifice.  I also like to add something to "put on Christ" (Romans 13:14).  I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do this year, exactly.  Last year, I gave up Facebook, but that seemed too easy, in a way.

When I went to meet a friend for lunch last week, she confronted me about my penchant for running late, and that's when it struck me.  I want to give up being late for Lent!  I know that sounds crazy and might sound like I'm working on self-improvement (like the person who wants to lose weight and so decides to give up desserts for Lent).  But be that as it may, the truth is I could never be punctual in my own strength.  Giving up tardiness will without a doubt make me rely on God continually for the next 40 days.

Running late is just so ingrained in me.  I've often attributed my tardiness to my Hispanic heritage, and I genuinely believe that it plays a part.  A recent article in the Washington Post shed some light as to what makes a person perpetually late.  I can't remember all of the categories but "the producer" and "the deadliner" definitely applied to me.  "The producer" is compelled to squeeze too much into too little time, trying to check things off their list before they move on to the next thing.  "The deadliner" gets something of an adrenaline rush with a time crunch, that makes them feel efficient and effective, at least until they get to where they're going.  :}

These categories helped me to analyze what makes me tick (see clock picture with the warped view of time ;) and I hope this understanding can help me in my quest for Lenten change.  As a side benefit, my punctuality can communicate to those around me that I respect and love them and value their time as much as mine.

In terms of adding something for Lent, I plan on reading through the gospels, along with members of the praise team. We want to revisit all that Jesus said and did when he walked the earth.

How are you marking the season of Lent?  Are you adding something, subtracting something?  It's not "too late" :) to choose an activity or discipline for the coming 40 days.  Whatever you do, may it serve as a reminder to follow the Savior more closely than ever.



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

lather. rinse. repeat.

I wake up. I eat.  I work.  I eat some more.  I  work a bit more.  I eat and then I go to sleep.

It suddenly struck me the other day that I have way more in common with the hamster in his cage than I care to admit.  Life  is a series of  repeated cycles, not unlike the shampoo bottle directions:  lather, rinse, repeat.

Oh, there may be little variances here and there (the cage gets put near a window, I take a break from working up a sweat in the squeaky wheel), but there are still basics that need to be covered.  We eat but then several hours later, darned if we don't have to eat again.  We sleep but 18 hours later, you feel tired and have to lay down all over again.

For a person that craves variety, this revelation is rather depressing.  I'm certain this is not the first time the well-worn ruts of routine have made an  impression on me.  When my children were small, I'd mop the kitchen floor only to have a drop of grape juice ruin the effect half an hour later.  I'd translate the PTA newsletter for my kids' bilingual elementary school, and then a few weeks later, it was time to do it again.  Same hill, different day.

Is it though?  Photographer Paul Octavious has been photographing the same hill for four years (on different days, of course) and, well, here's a sample of his work.





Not unlike the snowflake, each day, each routine must have its unique gifts and connecting moments where life (and love) is found.  Today, in particular, when love is celebrated, I want to find and help create these moments.