The big hashtag this lent has been #paschainthedesert, and what a desert it’s been. The multitudes of faithful Christians–especially in America–have been without the sacraments. It’s been a difficult journey and time, but my faith has been renewed and invigorated by priests who have so bravely refused to allow the fear of plague to discontinue the Divine Liturgy and giving of our life-giving sacraments to the faithful.
The Church has been tested with fire (1 Corinthians 3:10-23 & Proverbs 17:3). We are being purified.
Forgiveness… granting it is liberation, withholding it–bondage. Asking for forgiveness is not weakness, but strength. There is such a paradox in the Christian life, but not just for the Christian, for all of humanity. Through the emptying of self, we can be the most filled and fulfilled.
The first forty days after a new baby is born are sacred days. At times they seem long, but in retrospect, the entire first year of a new baby’s life just seem to fly right by. The first forty days are no exception. In fact, they are so much like a wedding. There is so much anticipation for the wedding itself but once it arrives it seems to be over just as quick as it all started, and the bride and groom are considered lucky if they get a chance to eat some food. The first six weeks of motherhood are so similar.