We had a mild winter in Chicago this year and other than the fact that I had pneumonia, things have been going pretty well. As Lent approached, I had some great expectations, but then I just wasn’t into it. I’m sure most of you can relate to that!
I got back on track on one particular day. I had that wonderful moment where I realized that this year I learned that Lent doesn’t have to be depressing.
Granted it’s a sober season, but even last week's Gospel shed a bit of light for us!
At our Vigil Mass last weekend, I reaiized our choir didn’t have a song about light. We were having kids at the Mass due to an activity afterward. My friend (who sings with my husband and I) recommended, “This Little Light of Mine” for our recessional. My husband changed his keyboard settings to an organ sound, cranked up the volume and we sent the congregation home with a spring in their step. Some even applauded. They never applaud. They know better. They just couldn’t help themselves!
It was in that moment, I realized I was experiencing Lent differently this year. This year there were glimpses of Easter joy and light. A preview of what was to come and to prepare for.
Isn’t that what Lent is all about?