The best way for me to screw up Lent is to cram too much into it.
First Things First.
Last night, I deactivated my Facebook account. No matter how I’ve tried to control how much time I spend on Facebook, I’ve failed. It’s my favorite velvet rut. I know I’m in it, but it’s way comfy, so most of the time, I don’t mind being stuck. Except, I do.
Keep It Simple.
Tonight, at a meditative Ash Wednesday service, I lit a candle and asked the Great Whatever, “May I please come home?”
This is most authentic prayer that I’ve said since 2010.
I think this is a good sign.