I apologize. I realize I left at least one of you hanging on the edge of your seat about what I was going to give up for Lent. And here it is, three days in, and I am just now getting back to you. In my defense, we had this little back flow preventer problem at work (you don’t want to even know what a back flow preventer is, I promise you, but it involves sewage) and then I had to make 847 bacon-wrapped water chestnuts for the Women of St. Paul’s bi-monthly cocktail party (okay, maybe 47, but it was still a lot).
So, I gave up hamburgers and one day a week, I’m going vegetarian. I know it’s not a monumental sacrifice. Although one day into Lent, King Daddy insisted we go to Krystal where those little square grease bombs taunted me mercilessly.
But my pain is relatively small. Let’s see. King Daddy gave up Scotch for Lent. I hate Scotch but it would be like me giving up wine. That would be a really tough one. One of my other friends gave up alcohol of any kind. I would shoot myself. Our youth minister is going not only vegan, but raw vegan for lunch every day. What is there left to eat when you’re a raw vegan? Betsy, my colleague at CRC, has given up fizzy drinks.
Some people want to “add on” rather than “give up” for Lent. That’s okay. Personal choice. But to me, this season is all about self-deprivation and contemplation. Like I’m contemplating a bacon cheeseburger from Five Guys right now. And it’s only three days in. What’s that saying about the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak?
Yea, that’s me.