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I Will Wait

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Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the season of Lent, the day when ashes are placed on foreheads, and the words “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return” are proclaimed.  For whatever reason, throughout my life, I have rarely needed this reminder.

The precarious and fragile nature of human life has always been very apparent to me, even as a boy.  For as long as I can remember, I have wondered and worried about aging and disease and gradually fading into disutility, irrelevance, and decay.  For as long as I can remember, I have hated this prospect.  Sometimes, in my more grimly perverse moments, I find myself thinking of my life as the little bar on the bottom of a video or a song that shows you how much time has elapsed and how much is still to come.  “How many minutes are left in the song?” I wonder.  I have always had an acute awareness that my days are numbered—that all good things come to an end, that nothing important is permanent, that the things we most hunger for as human beings are destined to elude us here.

So Lent is here and I am supposed be reminded of my mortality, and, according to the lovely Christian Seasons calendar hanging on my wall, “to draw closer to Jesus, who leads us through death to life.”  Very well, I can do this and I will do this.  I will do my best to discipline my appetites, to reflect upon Christ’s passion, to dwell in the narratives of the Gospels, to celebrate each Sunday foretaste of the resurrection that is coming on Easter Sunday.  I will prepare for the holiest, most joyful, and desperately necessary time of the Christian year.  I will wait.

But I am also already looking ahead—always looking ahead—in the story, like a little kid trying to sneak a peak over a fence that’s just a bit too high.  Because unless there’s something good on the other side, I could, quite frankly, do without the mortality reminder, without the discipline and patience, without the dwelling with Jesus in the emptiness and the darkness of a broken world.  Without the ashes.

I know that participating in the liturgical year is supposed to shape me as a follower of Jesus.  I know that I am supposed to embrace it as one of the ways in which a patiently hopeful and disciplined character is formed, and virtue is cultivated, but today I’m not feeling particularly virtuous or disciplined or patient.  Today, I’m in the mood for some victory.  Today, I want to be reminded that this Jesus I am (sometimes impatiently) dwelling with, this crucified Jew whom the grave could not contain all those years ago is saving and will save me from my sin and stupidity, my indiscipline, my lack of gratitude, my limp commitment, and inadequate hope.  I want to be pointed again—now!—toward the relentless divine reach that promises  to finally save the world still reeling under the weight of sin and evil, all these years after Jesus walked the earth.

Perhaps I am just the kind of person in just the kind of mood that Lent is for.  Perhaps it is precisely for impatient and demanding people like me, who clamour too quickly for resurrection, that a forty day season of preparation and reflection is appropriate.

I will wait.

5 Comments Post a comment
  1. Ruth #

    Thank you, Ryan. This posting feed my soul this afternoon.

    March 9, 2011
  2. EDH #

    Totally agree. I’m going to go to midweek service, but I don’t think I’m going to receive the ashes, simply, because I don’t think we need to make a spectacle of repentance. And I’m sure the readings we have set will contradict it. Haha.

    Agreeing that Lent is a time for repentance/re-thinking death, I also think its an important time where we can despair of our own death, and look outward to Jesus, becoming contemporaries with him, following him through this hard time in his ministry. And I think that is more important to me, following him through HIS valley of death, the Good Shepherd that he is.

    March 9, 2011
  3. Paul Johnston #

    I am falling in love with Ash Wednesday. It is our day to enter into Christ’s suffering. To say yes to sacrifice, no to sin, yes to our commitment to one another. “Turn from sin and be faithful to the Gospels”…that was the proclamation as we were anointed with ash. His truth is simple to understand but apart from Him, for me at least, impossible to do. I felt honored yesterday. Honored to be worthy of the Cross. Ash Wednesday is to experience the spirit of redemptive suffering. On Ash Wednesday the veil is lifted, God reveals yourself to yourself, as you really are. I have much to improve, much to work on but I tell you truly I never thought I was as beautiful as God has shown me I am.

    For me Ash Wednesday is a necessary, renewal of vows. I am lost in a world of self absorption and desire without it.

    In my prayer this morning, I thanked God for you, Ryan. I thanked God for this blog and for your commitment to it. Through your commitment, my faith is made stronger. I will testify on your behalf to our Lord. I will ask Him to help you better see how beautiful you are.

    March 10, 2011
    • Thank you, Paul—for your insights into Ash Wednesday/Lent, for the very kind words, and for your prayers.

      March 10, 2011
  4. Excellent Post Ryan–boy can I relate!

    March 12, 2011

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