Not feeling it: physicality of fasting
It seems like last Lent was just yesterday, but also so long ago. It was our first Covid-lent. Since then, everything seems to be defined as pre- and post-Covid.
DEAR PARENTS… PART Three: attendance, participation & liturgy
If we do not love one another and be there with one another - what are we actually professing, what are we living, and what is it that we believe?
Let's repent
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.