Lent

On Ash Wednesday this year I was gifted a ten day pass at the local exclusive gym near where I live. I’m rather proud of the fact I’ve managed a half hour swim on all but one of the past ten days. It is curiously energizing to be given the gift of a specified length of time to embrace a new challenge. That’s why I love the season of Lent. I find it a liberating season; permission giving to return to a more Godly life and to be reminded of Christ’s gift of mercy, wholeness and peace for body, mind and soul. Whilst I’m hoping these past nine days of swimming might lead to a renewal of regular self-care and exercise, I’m also relieved to know it’s not the end if I struggle or fail. Part of the discipline of Lent is picking one’s self up again after a fall. (Twice this week I’ve been challenged by the question: does cocoa on your cappuccino really count as chocolate?!). Picking ourselves up again is not only allowed, it is considered a core part of the Lenten journey, mirroring Christ’s own resilience in the desert. Every new day is an opportunity to turn our centre towards the loving mercy of God. ‘The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.’ (Lamentations 3: 22).

Formation in Christ is always costly and often surprising; it brings to light our weaknesses. It refines us and authenticates us. I wonder if you can remain open this Lent to the profound re-making that comes when we step out on untrodden paths and learn to rely more on the grace of God.

Revd Catherine Duce