Perfect Practice (A poem about Lent)

Practicing lent sounds slick. My gift, heart-full-of-pride. My rituals, my restriction, my sacrifice. Then I throw out my arms, open-handed. Looking up, giving up. Let go, let up. Incarnate, the One who comes have me. I let go, practicing lent.

Under Construction

I’m slightly impulsive sometimes.  Although I have been thinking about a new look around here @ logic and imagination and for months I have fiddled with it in my mind it was not until today had the balls to push the button and SWITCH!  I just did it and then I couldn’t switch it back…

What is Lent Anyway, Besides Strange?

Lent is strange for those that don’t follow the tradition.  Or if followed at all it may mean giving up a vice for 40 days, an addiction to technology or caffeine or sugar, but not really knowing why. That was true for me for many years.  If you grew up in an evangelical church like…