Chocolate bunnies and marshmallow Peeps have graced the shelves of U.S. stores for weeks in anticipation of Easter, but now that the actual Easter Season has begun, how should Catholics observe it?
Abby, about 17-years-old, once threw her shoe at the lead singer in a rock concert. It wasn’t a cultural insult, she didn’t go to jail; “and I didn’t throw it at him,” she reminds me repeatedly. “I threw it to him.
Today God spoke to me in the supermarket.
You know what I mean: the whisperings, the nudge, the tap on the shoulder, the almost imperceptible sigh before snapping us into awareness. It happens for me when I begin to get overwhelmed with a crisis. Today was one of those days of feeling exhausted, frustrated, and on the brink of tears.
In the Old Testament, we find a strong religious challenge to always welcome the stranger, the foreigner. This was emphasized for two reasons: First, because the Jewish people themselves had once been foreigners and immigrants. Second, they believed that God’s revelation, most often, comes to us through the stranger, in what is foreign to us.
Looking back over Lents past, I have to admit my most meaningful Lenten experience happened when I spent the week before Easter in the hospital with my youngest son. It was certainly unexpected, but life doesn’t ask you if you’re prepared before it throws the unexpected your way.