Although we rarely pay attention to it, a great paradox haunts our
practices of Lent. We go through these six weeks every year fairly
easily; yet if we stopped to reflect seriously on what’s going
on, it would be a shock. To our liberated American souls, it might
even seem like an earthquake.
Just look at the imagery and themes of the period. Lent starts with ashes and a warning: “Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return.” It prods to repentance: there is something wrong with us and the world. I am not O.K.; neither are you. We are insufficient. This life is not enough. Each of the six weeks brings a profound admission of our inadequacy.
This is not easy stuff for a world given to excuses and plea-bargaining. The most we admit to is making a mistake or perhaps behavioral problems. But to admit that we are in profound trouble? Why? We all know there is nothing so terribly wrong with us.
Even some of our hymnals have rewritten an old song here and there to mollify our tender egos. I’ve caught myself doing the same, balking before the admissions of “Amazing Grace.” I’ve thought of rephrasing it: something like “ ... how sweet the sound that saved a nice fellow like me.” Come to think of it, singing that I was once “lost” and “blind” seems to be overdoing it a bit.
Lent ends with an equally unpalatable celebration of cataclysmic failure: betrayal, brutality, cowardice, and degradation. True, it is reversed in a triumph of joy and glory, but in a way that defies all the laws of common sense. The dead, crucified one rises, his wounds glorious.
What is Lent trying to rub our faces in with all the talk of mercy, forgiveness, reform, and repentance?
We here in the real world know that we are all really rather nice guys and gals. Sure, we make mistakes now and then. But who’s to blame us for our fumbling? And surely no one of us would ever deserve such a thing as hell. (I know the polls say that most Americans believe in hell, but the vast majority can’t imagine themselves being there.) Surely we are not in such desperate need as the drama of Lent seems to suggest. Surely we do not need someone to die for our sins. Some of us do not even know what such a strange concept might mean.
Why do we need salvation? Why do we even need God, especially if our stomachs are full, our insurance policies paid, and we live and die with the dignity appropriate to beings that can manage their lives tidily, think straight, and at least in some ways be smart and productive?
Lent reminds us that we settle for too little, expect too little of ourselves and of God. Even the earthly promises which God made to Abraham challenged his narrow and routine attitude. Abraham had to look far beyond himself, to the sky and the stars, to imagine a future beyond all his reckoning.
When it comes to accepting the cross and the resurrection, the confines of comfort are even more stretched. We almost have to make the cross something routine and uninteresting. It is an assault upon the delusion that things are going pretty well and that we can settle down to business as usual.
What does it mean to be an enemy of the cross? Paul says it has
something to do with having our bellies as our gods. More directly it
means being locked into the things of this world. “As you well
know, we have our citizenship in heaven; it is from there that we
eagerly await the coming of our savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. He will
give a new form to this lowly body of ours and remake it according to
the pattern of his glorified body, by his power to subject everything
There is another world, a higher realm, a kingdom not of this earth. There is someone other than ourselves whom we must listen to and obey, since he is the Word of God, the new lawgiver, and prophet, even more than Moses and Elijah. There is more than our frail bodies and the dust from which they came. Other bodies await us, more grand and glorious than the ones we have now. We are not the final word. Nor is our death.
Lent requires a tremendous psychological disengagement from our earthly prejudice. It is nothing but gibberish to a materialist mind. It is madness to anyone whose ultimate goal is to satisfy physical appetite.
But the meaning of Lent rests upon such a transfiguration of our minds and hearts. Its gestures and words require that we believe there is something, someone, for us beyond the stars and the everlasting hills. Otherwise Lent is poppycock.
Perhaps it was for these reasons that Paul wrote to Philippi and to all the denizens of earth, those he could so “love and long for, my joy and crown. Continue, my dear ones, to stand firm.”
Not on the earth, but in the Lord.