Lent began today, barely eliciting a ripple in my ecclesiatical tradition. We don't do Lent. Too Catholic for our Evangelical Protestantism. I'm afraid we've thrown the baby out with the bath water. But last year I observed Lent for the first time. It enhanced me experience of Easter, making me more mindful of its steady appraoch and preparing my heart for its rich celebration. I wanted to do it again this year.
Recently, I started reading a wonderful
book by Margaret Feinberg entitled Wonderstruck. This lead me to her blog, where I read a post
in which she discussed how she had decided to observe Lent this year. This from her blog post:
“As I’ve prayed this year, I’ve sensed the need to
dive back into the Scriptures anew. As I’ve asked God what to read - Gospels,
Epistles, Psalms, Prophets, Wisdom Literature, or Pentateuch -I’ve had this
sense that I’m supposed to read “The Book.”
Gulp.
Not a smidgen or section or
style of Biblical writing. But. The. Whole. Entire. Book.
In 40 Days. That’s forty.
F-o-r-t-y. 4-0. Days.”
Wow. Her words reflect my thoughts, stumbling over
the “forty.” That’s a chunky book to
plow through in under six weeks. Me
with the nightstand stacked with toppling books in various stages of
completion. I have a self-diagnosed
narrow sliver of ADD that relates specifically to my reading habits. I read little bits of lots of books. At any one time I may have a dozen or two
books in the works. I’ll read a handful
of them each night, a smattering of pages in each. I like the variety, even if it takes me
months to get through a modest sized book.
I have the library fines to prove it.
The three-week lending period is rarely enough for me to finish the
book, and I am woefully negligent in my renewals. I hardly read anything in forty days – let
alone the Bible, the biggest book I’ve ever read.
Last year I was a Lenten neophyte. My commitment was to a stumbling practice of fasting that was modest but richly
rewarding. This year I can’t claim to a
novice anymore. Now I am a Lenten
sophomore and it is widely known that a sophomore is a wise fool. That seesaw may be a bit over weighted on the
foolish side. Just enough so that I
decided to join Margaret in her Lenten commitment. I may have bitten off more than I can
chew. The typical eyes-bigger-than-my-belly mistake.
But I am intrigued by the prospect of replacing
Lenten fasting with feasting on God. This will be a Scriptural smorgasbord, an
abounding banquet table full of God-breathed cuisine. Some bites will be bland, others spicy. Some will be chewy and go down hard, others
will be sweet and leave me longing for more.
One thing is certain, this will not be fast food, gobbled in haste while
multitasking through the meal. For about
an hour a day I will sit and read the Word without distraction (as much as
possible in a house with four children).
I mentioned this commitment to my small group this past week. If I
was looking for encouragement, I came up short. They looked at me as if I had just announced
that I intended to swim the Atlantic.
“You’ll still be working during those forty days, right?” Yes. And sleeping, and eating, and showering, and taxiing my
children to karate and youth group and school activities, and teaching the
teens twice a week, and working out, and (hopefully) sledding and snowshoeing,
and even spending time with my wife.
It’s a lot to cram into a day. But in the end, it's just a matter of priorities. Will God get my firstfruits or my leftovers.
Lent is typically a season
of deprivation. Something is given
up. But instead of subtracting I have
chosen to add. Of course, to balance the
equation, something must be removed. My
day will not stretch to 25 hours for the next six weeks. So even while the deprivation is not center
stage in my Lenten commitment, it does play a part. It may implicit and behind the scenes, but
keeping up with progress through Scripture will demand that some things will be
knocked below the priority threshold.
Some combination of less sleep, less leisure reading, less television,
and less web surfing should open up the space to stay on track. But this will play itself out daily, finding
the time to be true to the commitment I have made.
One thing I hope not to cut
is writing. In fact, I hope to write
regularly throughout this Lent about the experience. I may not post everyday, but at least a few
times a week I hope to post short snippets about what I am learning through the
process. The 66 books of the canon is a lot of input. I'll need an outlet.
So it begins today with
Genesis. I’m ready for a mouthful. I’ll keep
the Pepto handy.
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