My lenten lament.
I really believed that stepping away from social media for 40 days would: decrease my screen time, help me get the house in order, get me to focus on blogging again, check numerous things off my To Do list, help me lose three pounds, and likely make me a better Christian person.
Instead, I feel like I looked up, and Easter weekend is here.
How often do we do that, friend? We set goals and have other-worldly aspirations and ideas about how things are going to go. We get busy. We use our phones for ten other things (besides socials). We (I) find ourselves (myself) on the couch most evenings after work. We look up, and the event we've been counting down to is here.
This week, I started to miss social media for the first time in these days away. That led me to think about Jesus. (Shocking since that was the ENTIRE point.)
This lenten season isn't the first time that He could or would feel let down by the people claiming to follow Him.
I thought about how He told Peter that he would deny Him three times before the rooster crowed.
I thought about how His close friends couldn't even stay awake in the garden as He prayed.
I thought about how Judas might have betrayed Him for the same reason that Eve fell for the deception of the serpent - that ultimately they couldn't trust that He wasn't holding out on them.
In the years that humankind has been evolving, one thing is true: humans have always been selfish, greedy, worried, harsh, doubtful, and afraid. I find grace so hard to accept. From friends and family. From myself. Especially from God. I'm kind of wretched, tbh.
He didn't shame them, though. He doesn't shame us either. He knew they were missing the abundance, and He offered grace upon grace so that they (and we) might receive it. Communion with Him is a constant, open invitation.
I'm going to try to go easy on myself this weekend. I invite you to do the same.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
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