Growing up, Lent was my most dreaded and favourite time of year. Dreaded because as much as I wanted to 'grow' spiritually, I also felt the pain of knowing that I was about to lose my position of comfort. It's like that feeling when you've decided to start going to the gym again. As much as I loved the idea of losing weight and feeling fit, I despised the idea (still do) of getting on that treadmill. What I loved was that once immersed in it, everything just started to work again. My spirit was giving its assent and approval of the work and it was tangible.