Frustrating days lay ahead as I go without TV or radio. Forty days of this to help me learn to sacrifice just a little, or to be more self-disciplined!
Lent should be a time of bleakness, of cold clammy weather, a time of two colors; white and brown.
But here in Appalachia, it already feels more like Easter with sprightly little daffodils showing off their yellow trumpets, crocuses blending into the grass, and the grass itself trying out its new green coat. People are even starting to mow their lawns!
So inside we must yet try to see at least in these, a sort of winter bleakness. Personally I need this season practiced by many Christian faiths, so I can thoroughly rejoice on Easter morning.
I'm always try to recapture that Easter 40 years ago when I greeted everyone with "He has risen!" as we prepared for a sunrise liturgy at our church in Augusta, GA.
But recapturing is a waste of time. New experiences are waiting for me through this Lenten Door.