Meatless. We get into the Lenten fare. Fish. Beans and Macaroni (my Elder Son relishes the “pastafazoole”). Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup! Irish Soda Bread! (A slightly different recipe here).
And we get together to pray The Way of the Cross
Jesus Meets His Mother, shamelessly cribbed from Deacon Greg
Deacon Greg writes about how his parish does this.
The Way of the Cross is a challenging and exhilarating devotion. It is sad and mournful. And it makes the knees ache as you get down on them 15 times. But it is a great penitential meditation. If you pray it honestly, it strips away the false pride and bravado and gets you to really search yourself and your conscience.
Very powerful stuff. Christianity is not for wimps! :-)