It's the habit (or tradition) for many of us to fast during this Lenten season...to intentionally deprive ourselves of some pleasure or treasure as a way of learning to discipline our often insatiable appetites. The end result, hopefully, is that we are better able to focus on the Savior who disciplines his life for our sake.
So, not to be nosy, but...have you broken your fast yet?
Sorry to say: I have. I lasted all of about two days. And I really wanted to do better this year...to prove to myself (if not to God) that I had the stamina and the fortitude to be really good...to take control of my life...to be a better human being. All I've proven is how weak and broken I really am. There's not much comfort in that. You may have already come to the same conclusion.
But there is comfort in knowing that the Father's capacity for mercy is greater than my resolve. There is comfort in knowing that Christ's death and resurrection cover even my sinfulness. There is comfort in knowing that the gift of the Spirit does not evaporate as quickly as my own enthusiasm for doing the right thing.
It is a new day. Thanks be to God: I get to start over.
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