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Golly! I last blogged in February. I sit. Open my laptop. Sign in. Position my fingers on the key board. Wait for it . . . nothing. Next thing I know it's April. I'm learning in my 50's that the greatest danger in always having something to say is actually believing I always have something to say.
It's the Lenten season. 40 days of repentance, prayer, and fasting to prepare our hearts for the coming of Easter. It's a season of self-examination and quiet reflection where the crooked places in our hearts are made straight in the merciful presence of God--if only we will bend.
Isaiah 42:16 has resonated with me for years. Rounding the fourth week of Lent this year it rings through my soul. A high-pitched sound that pierces my ego and gently gathers yet another fragment of my childhood, long held hostage by fear. With out-stretched arms I reach for my Redeemer the way small children signal the desire to be lifted and held. My hope in Christ is anchored, and in His mercy my soul fills with a new song of praise.
"I will lead the blind on a way they do not know; by paths they do not know I will guide them. I will turn darkness into light before them, and make crooked places straight."
More on "crooked places made straight" after Easter. Today, I leave you with an excerpt from The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri. I find his words so relevant to my journey of daily conversion that it's actually displayed on a wall in my breakfast nook. I invite you to ponder these cherished words and then reach toward heaven with childlike faith. Divine Mercy awaits.
We made our way along that lonely plain
like men who seek the right path they have lost
counting each step a loss till it's found.
When we had reached a place
where the cool shade
allowed the dew to linger on the slope,
resisting a while longer the suns rays,
my Master placed both of his widespread hands
gently upon the tender grass,
and I, who understood what his intention was,
offered my tear-stained face to him,
and he made my face clean
restoring its true color,
once buried underneath the dirt of hell.
You are not alone,
Published on Sunday, April 7, 2019 @ 9:50 AM CDT