A friend issued a challenge today, to the effect that I should shut up talking and get on with writing. But the writing was specified…….. it was to be something about my own journey of faith. Funnily enough, I had already been considering such a venture, but more in response to a Creative Writing Assignment. I am wary of coming across as trite or insincere or overly sincere and deeply pious. So the idea is having to simmer for a while. A bit like my weight, which has been stuck at the same for the last three weeks. (Well…..at least it is not going up, not even after buckwheat pancakes.)
None of this is so far from my struggles with Lent this year. It is partly to do with achieving a balance between accepting what life throws at us or throwing it right back. In other words, being aware of what we can or cannot achieve. Sometimes I have difficulty accepting that rest is essential; in my youth I believed that whatever we wanted to do we could do, just by trying harder and harder. Growing in wisdom means accepting that everyone grows old, everyone gets sick sometimes and in the end we all die. And that is perfectly natural and right. The season of Lent gives an opportunity to be still and accept the gracious gift of God’s love.
(I almost want to say to anyone who may be reading this – How am I doing? Instead I shall say I hope you are finding these weeks between the end of winter and the beginning of spring useful.)