Lent always sneaks up on me even when the season after Epiphany is a bit longer, like this year. I am seeking to be more deliberate as I enter the most dislocating of the liturgical seasons in the Christian year. Emptying ourselves of pretensions, we seek to learn of our temptations and our fear of following Jesus.
In two short weeks we will receive the imposition of ashes — or copier toner as we did one year at our school. (We debated whether to make the sign of the cross or a big X across the foreheads of students and faculty). An interesting phenomenon in our day is making the sacred ritual available to persons in the streets, as Sara Miles recounts in her fine book, City of God: Faith in the Streets.
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