Friday, March 9, 2012

Lent 15

I fool myself, not even a little, going about my day as though it's my day to be going about; as though it's my agenda to be living; my needs and goals to be pursuing. I imagine that you laugh -- uproariously, perhaps, or sympathetically if you are feeling patient with me -- before responding, "Did you create your own self from dust, that you seem convinced of your ability to micromanage your days and generate your own sustenance?" Stay true to yourself, O God, despite my foolishness: be slow to anger, constant in love, full of grace and mercy ... until the absurdity of this dust is reshaped and refined.

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