Hey, Lent started! For the first time in a few years, I have no grand plans. In the midst of house-buying, packing, and parenting…um…difficult children, this season snuck up on me. But I really hate arriving at Easter in an unfocused frenzy, so I’m grateful for the six-week warning.
If you’re like me and need some help getting started, spend some time here for some powerful words and a downloadable devotional: The Call for the Next 40 Days: To the Nations & the People of the Cross
“The People of the Cross repent of not daily, relentlessly, extravagantly loving our neighbour next door though we keep saying we want to change the world, repent of hating, avoiding, and dreading suffering though we say we want to be found worthy to suffer for the cross of Christ.”
Ouch. Yep. How often does my heart break for the Christ-less nations and my soul longs to go “there”, to do something “worthwhile”, while the broken and hell-bent live in my home and call me Mom?
“The People of the Cross repent of not dying to dead things so there can be resurrection in us of real things, The People of the Cross repent of loving our agendas more — instead of interrupting our agendas because we love Jesus most.”
The past few weeks have seen a spectacular death of my plans and goals and organized systems, again. Yet again, I am so painfully aware that I cannot put “love Jesus” as a checkbox on everyone’s to-do list. It has only been in the broken desperation that I have slowed down enough to hear His voice, to read His word, to be still and know that He is God.
Before Lent is over, I will say goodbye to one home and buy another, Lord willing. Six people and one dog will drive and fly across the country. All the details, all the goodbyes, all the transitions…it’s enough to make my control-worshiping self go a bit (more) crazy. But these weeks of repentance, of grief-turned-joy, hold the promise of knowing and loving God more.
Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. (Psalm 51: 10)