Friday, fourth week of Lent
Last year just before Lent I was holding a gun in a grove of trees in Texas- I was visiting dear friends and their son, a former Marine, taught me how to shoot. I was terrified as I held on and tried to focus, but he kept telling me to look down the barrel of the gun and keep my eye on the target.
For four weeks I have been just missing the mark; the deep call of God is to wash me and remake me, not clean out closets and rooms. Fr Don's words from Ash Wednesday haunt me: "Do my words and actions tell others I am His? The call of Lent is the call to die to our old way of living,"
How has the dying been going?
Medicine from Sacred Scripture:
"He Himself bore our sins on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed." 1 Peter 2:24
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