Monday, February 26, 2007
Another Try
Eventually I felt led to observe Lent again. I chose to give up something that I had daily contact with and that, to me, was a reminder of Christ's sacrifice. Once again, I decided to journey alone and not tell anyone.
So each morning I arose and did what I do every morning - I made coffee. And as the coffee finished brewing I did what I do every morning - I delivered a cup to my husband. The only difference during the Lent season that year was that I did not drink coffee myself.
Now please keep in mind that coffee is one of two things I jokingly call "the nectar of the gods." I enjoy the taste of it very much - I take mine black. It is rare that I fancy it up with sugar or creamer. And as much as I like the taste of it, the smell of coffee brewing is even more pleasing to my senses. It invokes feelings of comfort and a sense of home no matter what time of day I encounter it.
So each morning I brought myself face to face with something I desired. Each morning I began to learn that my true desire should be the prescence of my Father. Each morning of that Lenten season my prayer became, "Father, make my life a pleasing and fragrant offering to you."
To date, it stands as the most significant Lent journey I have taken. And on occasion brewing coffee still brings to mind the lessons learned.
simple faith
Eventually I felt led to observe Lent again. I chose to give up something that I had daily contact with and that, to me, was a reminder of Christ's sacrifice. Once again, I decided to journey alone and not tell anyone.
So each morning I arose and did what I do every morning - I made coffee. And as the coffee finished brewing I did what I do every morning - I delivered a cup to my husband. The only difference during the Lent season that year was that I did not drink coffee myself.
Now please keep in mind that coffee is one of two things I jokingly call "the nectar of the gods." I enjoy the taste of it very much - I take mine black. It is rare that I fancy it up with sugar or creamer. And as much as I like the taste of it, the smell of coffee brewing is even more pleasing to my senses. It invokes feelings of comfort and a sense of home no matter what time of day I encounter it.
So each morning I brought myself face to face with something I desired. Each morning I began to learn that my true desire should be the prescence of my Father. Each morning of that Lenten season my prayer became, "Father, make my life a pleasing and fragrant offering to you."
To date, it stands as the most significant Lent journey I have taken. And on occasion brewing coffee still brings to mind the lessons learned.
simple faith
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Wow! I had no idea that you were posting almost everyday these days. I must catch up!
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