February 3, 2005
Lent: It’s What’s [Not] For Dinner
I’m being sucked into posting about Lent. I once lent this thing to this person and they had the nerve to not bring it back! Of course I’m not talking about that lent. Because that’d be silly and boring. And my wife just kissed me. That’s not terribly relevant, but it was nice.
I haven’t really thought much about what Lent means to me since I haven’t really [fully] experienced it. Amy’s making me participate this year, which is only right, what with me going through RCIA and pushing forth through the murky depths of confusion and into the light of Catholicism. How’s that for a metaphor? (What’s a metaphor, you ask? Why it’s for sheep to graze in! *ba-dum-ching*)
I have this idea that part of this Lenten experience will be me giving up eating pretzels during the forty days. This may seem minor to you, and hardly any form of suffering as penance or what not, but you’d not be understanding what pretzels mean to me. Pretzels are my staple food (I feed them to my staples). I eat pretzels very very often. Giving up pretzels would be a huge sacrifice for me. I have this other idea that another part of it will be exploring just want Lent means, and so I’ll have to let you know once I make that discovery.
Maybe sometime during Lent I’ll make a few Lenten comics for Fodi (Not for children).