For Ash Wednesday I will share a link to this haunting poem for Lent. It has certainly haunted me since I read it last week.
Too often Jesus is my genie in a bottle, my fallback position, the one whose victory over death signifies no more than assurance of my victory over the mundane and unimportant challenges of life.
Surely this journey is about more than sacrifice that leads to self-actualization? Surely it is more than my wishes held at bay until I let them out again when the tomb is opened?
I am not so sure…