“Faith is the daring of the soul to go farther than it can see.” – William Newton Clark
“I believe in the sun even when it isn’t shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent.” – WW II refugee
Ash Wednesday is over and Lent has just begun. For some this time of the year is business as usual. For some, it is an intense time of prayer and sacrifice. For me, it is a bit of both.
Each season has its own challenges and rewards. This holy season which the Church wisely treats with grave respect is an opportunity to remember the end point of our existence—to take some time to reflect on why we are here at this time, sharing the world with this particular generation. The sacrifices of meat and meals, of small hardships, accepted without irritation, the offerings of kindness and goodwill, help us to practice the heroic aspects of our best selves in preparation for our final end when everything will be made clear.
Do you remember Sunday nights as a kid when you realized that Monday was coming and that nothing you did or said could change that reality? The weekend was over. School was coming. For some of us, it was like a mini-death. As I remember, I was rather specific about my regrets. I think about that as I ponder the end of my earthly journey. I doubt I’ll be moaning that I wish I had eaten more, played more games, been a bit more selfish, or slept in more often.
My faith teaches me that God exists and He created me for a noble purpose. Lent is a time, despite all the hurry and bustle of over-filled days, to ponder how I am spending my life and what I might regret. In the final analysis, anything that draws us closer towards God is a blessing, even if it is painful. Lenten faith does indeed dare the soul to go farther than it can see.