Lent offers a rare chance for breathing room, contemplative space to carve new grooves, starting on the inner path, the one at the center of our being. New channels of energy open, flowing out into God’s whole creation.
Shed the pounds. Emotions are heavy, like unwanted baggage, crowding into spaces too small to hold excesses. Gently unpack your convictions, and with care, do not replace with guilt. Travel lightly for the journey takes strength.
What we do and don’t do does not matter to God, who loves us as we are, sins and all. It matters we are aware of the impact of our footprint, as we live within God’s creation, so that we can love ourselves and others.
Where is your holy space? Altars in church? Sands by the ocean? Summit on the mountain? Look no further than within. Meditate in your own stillness. For where you are, God is there also, making beneath your feet a holy space. Holy spaces are not in just one place. They are anywhere and everywhere, at the same and different times, in places of beauty and the most desolate spots. For the love of God is within us creating holy space.
What makes a Holy Lent? Contemplation? Prayer, atoning for acts done and undone? Fasting from hasty judgements? Perhaps we will find the answer by living the questions, wandering in the wilderness, with a contrite heart.
Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Lent beckons. Walk into the wilderness. Challenge heart and mind to see through spirit eyes. Do not lead, follow the Way, wandering unknown heights and depths. Go inward when the darkness descends. Trust that Divine light will guide the way home.
Love surrounds the Christ child. Shepherds draw near. Angels adore him. Wisemen arrive with gifts. His birth is a miracle. We watch thousands of years later for angels. Lo, Christ is among us. Seek where love is, for there ye shall find him.
With care and trepidation, the shepherds are watching their flocks under the stars, when an angel proclaims to them there will be a holy birth. Imagine you are there when the baby comes. Fear becomes awe. Your heart fills with great joy.
Joy is found in waiting. Observing those standing in our midst for signs of His coming. Tending the fires of our faith. Being the shepherds to lost souls. Staying alert to hear the angels proclaim the advent of Christ among us.
In peace we watch and wait for the baby Jesus born under the Bethlehem star. In complete silence, the world holds it breath. Behold there are tidings of joy for Christ will come again. We watch and wait for peace.
Hope finds me in darkness, shining its light, illuminating pathways through challenges I face along my journey. Hark! There’s mystery in the air! Angels proclaim Christ will come again. With anticipation, I wait and watch.