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Lent

  • Repentance of Things Past

    September 10, 2009

    •         I'm taking the lliberty of re-posting this poem, which first appeared in February, because it is my magnum opus (as regards significance) on repentance, this week's blog topic.  ONCE UPON ASH WEDNESDAY...  It was the same date as today, Ash Wednesday of that year, An opaque sky heralded the bleak disciplines of Lent. Cremated palm ...
  • The Daily Sam: Why is this night not like any other night?

    April 8, 2009

    • Why is this night not like any other night? Because I get to eat lamb and bread. You see, my fiancé Kathi Kamen Goldmark, who is Jewish if she is anything, and I, who am Christian if I am anything, have been practicing a Lenten fast of no wheat, no dairy (except milk in our coffee—I mean, come on), and no meat except fish. But we are having our Seder tonight, and since the origins of this ...
  • Lent: May the Fasting Begin

    February 26, 2009

    • Lent officially began yesterday, February 25th, on Ash Wednesday, and will continue for 40 days.  Lent is a season of soul-searching, repentance, and reflection. It originated in the very earliest days of the Church as a preparatory time for Easter, when the faithful rededicated themselves, and when converts were instructed in the faith and prepared for baptism. By observing the days of Lent, ...
  • Ash Wednesday and the Innocent Child in Line

    February 26, 2009

    • Ash Wednesday and the Innocent Child in Line    As I stood in line with my 13 year-old and his friend waiting to get ashes at Church, I couldn’t help but over hear a young child behind me.  He was tugging on to his mother and asking her, “how long was this was going to take, I’m hungry?”  And he went on and said, “I don’t like standing here, mommy, I’m tired!”  His ...
  • Water, Martin and Haddock

    February 25, 2009

    • I recognised Martin when he walked in the driveway this evening. Sure, didn't I know him from the road. I passed him frequently over the last thirteen years, he was usually heading in the direction of the countryside area around and beyond my house and I was going in the other direction, either driving into town or planning on a trip to the supermarket.  I usually waved, as is the way of ...
  • Once Upon Ash Wednesday...

    February 25, 2009

    •  (unrevised poem)   It was the same date as today, Ash Wednesday of that year, An opaque sky heralded the bleak disciplines of Lent. Cremated palm leaves made soot as fine as stoneground cornsilk, Echoes of long-past hosannas Fading in the deadened air. Metanoia, said the purpled priest, Examine the inward heart, Don't stint a loving God who pours out on his ...