So here we are in the home stretch.  The six weeks of Lent, during which I was going to become a new creation, are winding down.  Christ is in the tomb, and we look to His rising on Sunday morning. 

I have failed.  Again.

I was going to pray more; but too many evenings, I communed with the TV or the computer instead.

I was going to fast from sweets and overcome my love affair with processed foods; I gained a few pounds, instead.

I was going to work harder, focus on my responsibilities, maximize my God-given talents; instead, I often dawdled before getting down to business.

I was going to reach out in love to everyone I met, to wear out my smile by constant use; but sometimes I was reclusive, sometimes I was downright moody.

I was going to attend Mass more often.  Nope, didn’t happen.

I was going to get involved in 40 Days for Life. 

I was going to better serve my husband by cooking better meals, cleaning the fridge, complaining less.

I was going to join my husband in praying Evening Prayer.

Nope, nope, and nope.

What have I learned this Lent?  Well, I was reminded that I am completely, totally reliant on Him.  I failed, but He has succeeded. 

Christ is victorious; and with His help, I can work on those things for the rest of the year.  Starting today.

  • Russell E. Saltzman

    I was giving up cigars one year, all done on Ash Wednesday. Really. This time. On Shrove Tuesday I received a package from Richard John Neuhaus containing several cartons of my cigars (we share a coincident bad habit with the same brand). He enclosed a note. He was giving up cigars for Lent and thought I should have the fruit of his sacrifice. So that Lent I switched plans and surrendered all my stop-smoking aids. Sigh.