I guess this one has a lower volume number because Jen only counts the ones she posts on her blog. Oh, well. It’s not as though that didn’t happen with the Catholic Carnival all the time.
I want to say that another long work week is over, but it’s still charging right through the weekend, so that’s not entirely true. This week did feature a few highlights:
- two very productive subcommittee meetings with a coworker/friend
- the winter premiere of Degrassi, even though I still have it DVR’d and won’t get to watch it until at least tomorrow
- an RCIA webinar about some big issues with RCIA that gave me plenty to think about
Now on to the next long and busy week, which will feel like a continuation of the previous three.
Clearly, my week also included Ash Wednesday. It was so busy that I forgot to call my own father on his birthday! In my defense, I sent a card ahead that arrived on time and which he enjoyed. And I did remember it was his birthday during the course of the day, but I was working so much that I never actually remember to call when I wasn’t greeting people arriving for Mass, actually attending a Mass or our ecumenical service, or trying to get some other work done. I am a good daughter, but a busy one.
Ash Wednesday this year also marked my seven-year anniversary of returning to the Church. I’ll never forget the walk of shame across campus to the Catholic center (a place I’d never visited until that day), the huge crowd, and the amazing homily that made me realize there was still hope. I had decided that Ash Wednesday was the perfect day for a big life change, and it was. I went to Mass the following Sunday, and the Sunday after that, and the Sunday after that. A few more Sundays later, I watched as my father was baptized into the Church. Deo gratias; thanks be to God!
For Lent, I have given up alcohol and my snooze button. I don’t drink frequently or much, but I will definitely save some money (to give away) and hopefully gain a better perspective on temperance. Last night was my first big test of both (God does not waste time), and I passed. It helps that I love Arnold Palmers. I have succeeded in not pressing the snooze button, but I have yet to actually get out of bed when it goes off. Baby steps. I used to never ever snooze, but I built up the habit, and now I tend(ed) to push it two or three times before getting up. I wonder what it will be like to be on time for my holy hour.
In addition to giving up bad habits for Lent, I have taken up a good one: reflection books. My trigger, taught to me by my lovely friend Sarah, is brushing my teeth. I only need one hand for the booklet, and I can’t do much else during those three to six minutes, so it’s the perfect time. In the morning, I read The Little Black Book. I almost forgot to order it, but I remembered on Sunday, and it was in my mailbox when I got home on Tuesday. At night, I read Christ Our Hope: Daily Lenten Devotions, by Henri Nouwen. I don’t know enough of his work to say whether I like it in general or not, but I enjoy that booklet, at least. Sarah’s mom sent us copies of the Nouwen booklet when I lived with her, and my other housemate Brynn, got the Little Black Book from her mom, so there’s a hint of fellowship and friendship mixed in with my reflective time, too.
I think I’m going to stick with just five takes this week.
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