Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent (my least favorite liturgical season). As the calendar would have it, tomorrow is also Valentineโs Day. This is the second time in six years that Ash Wednesday and Valentineโs Day have fallen on the same day; before 2018, it hadnโt happened since 1945. What follows is a selection from the Lent chapter inย For Everything There is a Season: An Outsiderโs Journey through the Liturgical Year, one of the two books I finished a full draft of during my sabbatical last fall (it is currently under review at an excellent press). Enjoy!
One recent February, when Ash Wednesday and Valentineโs Day happened to fall on the same day, I learned something about Lent and loving myself from the person whom I love the most. It all started early one Saturday morning. Itโs 5:30 am (on Saturday, mind you), my eyelids are resisting the inevitable and Jeanne asks me, โWhat is your relationship with Lent?โย Sheโs been up taking care of the dogs (we had a three-pack at the time), getting her coffee, and obviously thinking about herย relationship with Lent.
Oh, the joys of being married to an extrovert. Jeanne manages to get a few mumbles out of me concerning my bad Lenten attitudes; later in the morning, she writes at the computer for fifteen minutes or so, then sends me via email attachment her composition entitled โThank God itโs Lent,โ clearly intended for my blog consideration, in which she explains her own evolving relationship with Lent. With minimal changes and occasional commentary from me, hereโs what she wrote:
Jeanne was a cradle Roman Catholic.ย She surpassed many of her fellow young Catholics by being a daily communicant as a child, pursuing nunship,
- I find the idea of my extroverted spouse as a nun very amusing, and can imagine the inhabitants of the convent singing, as inย The Sound of Music, โHow do you solve a problem like Jeanne?โ
working as a Minister of Music, falling in love with two seminarians at different growth phases (and winding up with a philosopher) and finally leaving the Roman tradition for a simple relationship with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit (or as she likes to call the Holy Spirit, Big Bird).
- I know both of these seminarians (one of whom has passed away) and am thankful they both had the good sense to choose the Church over the love of my lifeโit would have been awkward when I met and fell in love with her over thirty-five years ago if she had been married to one of them.
Sheโs spent her entire life wrestling with the Godhead.ย In fact, she has often described her relationship with God using the image of a boxing ring.ย She and Jesus in the center, Jesusโ hand on her head, Jeanneโs fists flailing at the air. Jesus waiting for Jeanne to tire out, Jeanne never taking the mat.
- Jeanne calls this โBrooklyn spirituality,โ which is about as far from my own type of spirituality as one can get.ย Still, one of the reasons our thirty-five-year union of opposites has worked is that we respect the importance and value of each otherโs very different attempts to figure out what the divine is up to.
Jeanne came to believe thatย โIf God is love, then Lent isnโt about giving things up or deprivation. It is about loving.โย She continued, โIf I give something up because it is a sin Iโm not moving toward God and myself, because the action is a negation.ย But if I accept that what Iโm giving up is something that isnโt good for me in the first place, then giving it up is truly loving myself. Iโm showing gratitude to God and love for myself as His temple, His creation.โโ
- With allowance for my obvious bias in favor of anything Jeanne says, this is a profound insight. My problem with Lent has always been that it provides an opportunity for โspirituality on the cheap.โ Anyone can give something up for forty days, especially if it produces a false sense of spiritual satisfaction. Jeanneโs insight is that I have this all wrong (a point she makes frequently to me). Lent provides an opportunity to deliberately do something that all of us regularly neglect: Taking care of and loving ourselves as if we mattered. Because we do. To wrap up, Jeanneโas is her customโgot direct and honest.
To flesh this out, Jeanne has battled with food since birth, or at least thatโs how it seems.ย Her latest struggle is with diet drinks, coffeeโwhich is her favored delivery system for sugar substitute and creamโand alcohol!ย She loves her vodka.
- About as much as I love single malt scotch and craft beer.
Sheโs thinking of giving these up for Lent because
- They are not good for her body,
- They are not good for her mind, and
- They are not good for her soul.
Yet, she drinks them.ย To honor her new way of thinking about Lent, she has decided to embrace Love by doing what is good for her body, mind, and soul.ย Now if she could only grasp that going to the gym is also about loving herself!
- These are good decisionsโplus, this means that for the next forty days Jeanne wonโt be drinking any of my dark beer or bourbon.
The question for each of us is not โWhat should I give up for Lent in order to feel deprived, and therefore more spiritual or holy?โ The question rather is โDo I dare treat myself as if I matter?โ or โAm I willing to risk seeing myself as valued and loved in the way that God sees me?โ If the answer to this is โyes,โ then what are the ways in which I habitually treat myself as if I did not matter? Am I willing to deliberately suspend those activities, even for a limited time? Am I willing, with Big Birdโs help, to take on a new Lenten experimentโloving myself?