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Ash Wednesday, and then it is Lent, a season of sacrifice, a reminder of Christ's own sacrifice 40 days hence. The ashes have been wiped away and the season begun, barely noticed by some, for others, it is at the heart of faith itself. Your forehead is fresh and clean, and your decisions made. It is time to release the darkness, to dance in the night, and let your demons dance with you before tossing them to the sky like dark balloons for someone else to discover after they are deflated. Howl with the coyotes. Sing with the just arrived robins. Wallow in the almost warm sun with the cats. They know. Lent, for all its dour reputation, is the almost spring, and worth celebrating.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
Dancing at Lent
Ash Wednesday, and then it is Lent, a season of sacrifice, a reminder of Christ's own sacrifice 40 days hence. The ashes have been wiped away and the season begun, barely noticed by some, for others, it is at the heart of faith itself. Your forehead is fresh and clean, and your decisions made. It is time to release the darkness, to dance in the night, and let your demons dance with you before tossing them to the sky like dark balloons for someone else to discover after they are deflated. Howl with the coyotes. Sing with the just arrived robins. Wallow in the almost warm sun with the cats. They know. Lent, for all its dour reputation, is the almost spring, and worth celebrating.
I've always seen Lent differently. And since Lent is a church-made thing, not a biblical thing, I feel comfortable with my choice.
tomatkins1955
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
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