Of Lent and Robbers

So... Here's the deal. Lent is usually an event wherein one forgoes a normal activity as a sort of remembrance. Often this said activity is in the form of an item such as a food that one forgoes, ie: chocolate. Thus during the forty days the person surrenders their item and after the forty days returns to their normal activities. Now, from my understanding, which is not omnipotent mind you, but competent in my personal opinion, the goal of giving something up for lent is so that you can graciously and generously reward yourself after the fact. I like to think that by giving something up you offer yourself the rare chance, rare in the sense that humans are creatures of habit after all, to modify your current lifestyle. Now in light of the fact that giving something up and then picking it up again is not necessarily productive in terms of changing one's pattern of behavior, my church opted to do something a bit different, namely picking up a habit instead. Forty days equals a habit essentially, so long as the thing is performed consistently. Thus I decided that I ought to participate in this ritual of sorts. So what has Ken decided to do for this wondrous event? I've opted to do a couple things, but most importantly, or most relevant rather, would be that I've decided to write at least one post a day here on this blog. What shall I be posting about you ask? Well that's a very good question and the answer to that is... I don't know. Well, not specifically at least. The overarching theme will be to think about some sort of lesson that I've learned from the day. Now, I have had an excruciating past 40 hours and consequently I am extraordinarily tired making my desire to inform the good readers of my adventures pretty much moot. I will say that I did indeed learn a valuable lesson today, several actually. So what have I learned today? Well aside from the obvious need for sleep that my body seems compelled to have, I've learned something interesting about myself. I've learned that when necessary I am willing to stand up for what I believe in, even if it means standing alone. I also realized today that the Damascus Road community is quite wonderful and subsequently I came to realize that I am not just a witness to the beauty of this community, I am actually a part of it. Thus, today I learned how to cry for something other than sorrow again. And with that I will conclude my post. Let us see what tomorrow brings in all of its glory.

-Ken