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Rats & Ashes

For a significant portion of the world, today has special meaning.

If you follow the Chinese calendar, it is New Year's Eve (well, for most people, it's now New Year's Day). If you follow the Roman Catholic calendar, it is Ash Wednesday.

This is the "Year of the Rat." I am a Rat, according to the calendar. Which makes this a particularly unlucky year for me, if you are superstitious. I am not. Although, reading the description of the Rat, I think it sounds an awful lot like me. I would probably believe in this if I didn't know Jesus.

I think I have blogged before about Lent, but I cannot find it. I did not grow up observing Lent. I didn't know what Lent was until I was at least 15. But apart from its extra-biblical-ness, I think there are things I could learn from a season of purposeful withholding. So I will try to observe Lent in some fashion.

In thinking about what to give up for Lent, I think it's time to give up music. This is especially hard because I am traveling to Scotland, and the thought of two trans-Atlantic, ten-hour flights with NO MUSIC is essentially enough to make me cry. Probably an indication that this would be good for me. I'd have lots of time to think about the things I say I never have time to think about.

So Happy New Year & Sober Ash Wednesday - may your time of deprivation (should you observe it) be meaningful and humbling, and may your year not be an unlucky one (if you believe that essentially everyone is doomed to a terrible 24th year).


Steph said…
would you rather...
give up music or give up blogging..?
Silas said…
wow, nice give up for lent. that one will be tough for some people. are you saying no music playing through devices, or no personal music? can you sing? withholding from singing is hard. :)
Beth said…
steph - that's a toughie. it would depend on the degree of giving-up-ness. if i could write, just not post, i would be fine with it.

silas: it's not a no-singing lent. just no computer/mp3 music in neverending fashion.

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