Years ago our pastor had a heart attack the day after Ash Wednesday. When he returned Palm Sunday he promptly announced that his lent was not the one he had planned. Clearly not. He was thin and pale, and had been told by doctors he didn’t have long to live.
Sometimes lent arrives and it has nothing to do with the Church’s seasons. It has to do with unexpected crosses, great or small, being hoisted on our unsuspecting shoulders. During those times we have a choice. Seek revenge, curse the night, deny who we are and what we believe, or put our faith in God and proceed.
In life there really is no choice but to proceed. Why not do so with hope; and perhaps some words of praise and thanks for those things that come our way to strengthen and lend support during those times?
Holy week begins Sunday. Perhaps we should enter into it with an eye on the end result. Any cross you now have will become lighter.