I have an unofficial goal (call it an intention) of posting to the blog each weekday, with Friday being a short roundup of links I found interesting throughout the week. But that's not always possible, or even feasible. Sometimes there isn't anything to say, and anything I do would be forced. Sometimes my kids are sick. Like, today. So instead I want to share this article about reading a book a week... or more to the point, not reading a book a week. And how that practice of "Not" takes on a special significance during the season of Lent:
The tradition of Lent lies in direct contrast to our culture’s belief in resolutions, our quick proclamations of will and self that are meant more for our personal gain than a real change of heart. And I need, as St. Augustine put it, a “new pure heart”; I believe that my reading habits reflect my own heart’s current needs, ones that resolutions bent on my own success cannot touch.
This article really spoke to me. As I shared in this post/sermon, during Lent I am letting go of my pursuits at excellence and intentionality, noble though they may be, or not. Instead, I am practicing contentment, even radical self-acceptance. Which sounds self-centered and very me-me-me but is, I'm finding, the exact opposite.