Retrospective: Ash Wednesday 2018
I wrote this in 2018 - pre-pandemic and when both of my children were still little. Maybe I am way off with my love for Ash Wednesday and Lent, and perhaps my interpretations of the liturgy and scriptures are less than professional. But, hey, I don’t have a degree in divinity, so I have to be given some leeway. I’ve struggled recently with the hurried nature of life. The hurried way that two working parents must raise their children. The hurried way a mother must find time to cook nutritious meals, make all the crafty things, keep the viruses from spreading in the home (so, not just clean said home, but disinfect said home), make and keep friends (of the couple variety and girlfriends), schedule play time and homework in equal measure, and because it is still so close to the beginning of the year and all of our resolutions, pretend to enjoy the daily dose of raw vegetables, and attempt to produce more hours in the day to exercise. The hurried nature of all of this le...