It’s 11:54pm, Fat Tuesday, and my party is in full swing, swilling a cold Diet Coke. I have to drink it fast, Lent begins tomorrow, in 6 minutes.
I didn’t grow up “giving something up” for Lent. I was raised in the Pietist tradition. Saved by grace, not works.
As I have gotten older, I have found myself wanting, needing, to give something up for Lent. I know that my salvation is a gift of God’s grace, nothing I can earn, nothing I can repay.
And it is easy for me to get so busy that the wonder of that precious gift just flies right out of my head. I take it for granted. Tragic.
So now, I give something up, not every year, but most. I do this to remind me of the great sacrifice that was made, Christ’s blood; that I might spend eternity celebrating.
It is my fervent hope that for the next several weeks, each time I reach for a Diet Coke, and find nothing, I will take a moment to remember.