I failed at Lent. The past few years I’ve observed Lent in various ways: going off social media, not judging my husband’s slovenly man cave, and tackling my biggest most besetting sin, the DWR: Driving While Righteous. It’s easy to get outraged on the LA highways; people drive like there’s no god to judge them. I take up the slack, waving a finger at people who are on their phones, or texting, or trying pass me in the emergency lane. But each Lent I’ve sensed God waving his finger at me: let it go.
If it weren’t for Professor Xavier, the X-Men would be a bunch of dysfunctional deadbeats living in fear and isolation. It wasn’t until Professor X sought them out, looked each of them in the eye, and convinced them that the very characteristics they hated about themselves actually had the potential to save the world, that they began to step into their true identities as super-humans.
Since I was a kid I knew what I wanted to do: I wanted to change the world. I didn’t know how, and honestly I didn’t know why, but I wanted to have an impact.
That desire evolved over the years from an identity struggle where, though I would never have admitted it, I really just wanted to be known and important, to a more sincere desire to see peoples lives changed for the better. I’d say I’m still experiencing that evolution. It will always be a percentage game. None of us are pure in our motives. But we keep working all the same.
Sunday Morning Sermon — A Child Shows Us The Evidence of God
This Is How I Overcome Fear
How To Handle A Bad Mood At Home
One Way to Fix Toxic Relationships
Here’s a Good Reason To Go To Church
Are American Christians Really Being Oppressed, Or Are They Just Whining?
Sunday Morning Music — Death In His Grave
3 Reasons My Children Are Happier Than Me