Honey From The Rock

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. And today is my first attempt at Lent, ever. I thought about what to do for this season (because I firmly believe that there is a season for everything and knowing what is fitting is close to wisdom). If Lent is about learning discipline, about training towards godliness, seeing grace and dwelling in mercy as our physicality falls shorts, as we see our own humanity, our mortality, then perhaps I must work towards something that I consistently fall very far short in. Prayer. I don't pray well. I think a lot. but prayer? what exactly does that look, sound, feel like? So here's my Lent-ing. My giving up in order to take in. How I will fast and pray. It's simple. I will not eat sweets and I will pray. I will give up sugar and sugary things because I want to remind myself of what I need compared to what I only want. I need food right now but I need real food. Protein and fiber and carbs and vitamins and minerals. I want only what I need. I also n

Q.  What is your only comfort in life and in death? A.  That I am not my own, but belong— body and soul, in life and in death— to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood, and has set me free from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to him, Christ, by his Holy Spirit, assures me of eternal life and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for him.

Tonight is for Beyonce, and forgetting in dancing. To cha cha in public, to rap the little bits of Jay-z floating in your head. To think of making your middle schoolers proud as you blare Beyonce and Usher and laughing knowing their reactions at the Jbeib's mixed in there. In the words of the growing legend, Kid President, make the world a better place by dancing. And tonight I'm tired of the heavy, the serious, somber. Now is a time for freedom. Part of the industrial revolution and the cultural changes leading up to it was the growing use cotton for clothing. Social freedom grew as people began to wear cotton underwear - they could feel the fresh air over their skin and it was liberating. Today was warm, the smell of mud and warmth. Liberating. That's how Beyonce and Bieber make me feel- like wearing cotton underwear after hundreds of centuries without it. It's time to dance. dance like Beyonce in your underwear.