On Good Friday (almost three weeks ago, now) I began rereading Nora Gallagher’s Practicing Resurrection: A Memoir of Work, Doubt, Discernment, and Moments of Grace. It was a book that spoke to me several years ago, as the pen marks attest.
Inconsistent describes my Lenten practices over the years. I've done my share of giving up coffee, sweets, and baked goods. There have been efforts to do something differently--pray at a regular time, read through a part of scripture. But inconsistency always accompanies intention.
The beginning of Lent. This evening at church, Holy Eucharist with the Imposition of Ashes. "Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return." The priest smudges a black cruciform onto each of our foreheads. We speak words of penitence and list our shortcomings.