Episcopal Church Foundation Vestry Papers - for leading congregations

Growing up in a different denomination meant that my primary reference for Lent was something you might find in a belly button.

Easter was big. Christmas too, of course. But Lent and Advent weren’t players in that tradition’s lexicon. 

Over the past decade as an Episcopalian, I have warmed to these seasons of preparation. I still might let an Alleluia slip, and my tree goes up the first week of December. But I also am trying to be deliberate about my spiritual practices so that I might ready my heart and steady my mind. 

But I still have a long way to go. 

Our children announced to us yesterday what they plan to give up during Lent. Our daughter, a connoisseur of fine steaks, is giving up red meat. And our son, with a serious sweet tooth, is forgoing candy. 

My husband, who has long held to strict Lenten disciplines, nodded appreciatively. I was incredulous. 

What will you do when we go out to eat, I asked my daughter, who never fails to find the most expensive flank on the menu. And what about the candy from your Valentine’s Day party at school? 

And from the mouths of babes, they pinned me to the wall: Aren’t you supposed to give up something that matters? Something that you really like? 

I had been listening to the sermons – they were acting upon them. 

I have two more days to look into myself, to figure out what would really be a sacrifice, something that would remind me each day of my dependence on God. 

Do I abstain from Diet Coke? Limit my social media time? Commit to daily exercise? 

I don’t know yet. But I do know that I’m thankful I won’t be on this journey alone. And that I can draw strength and willpower not only from God but also from God’s children.