I’ve written a few pieces over at kirstiemacleod.substack.com if you’d like to check them out. I’m not sure I will be continuing to publish there, I’m awfully fond of my little writing nook over here. There are no ads, tempting reels and random posts to distract me while I’m working, and since the comments don’t work, ye trolls who don’t know me can’t leave their thoughts lying around.
It’s Sunday morning and I’m not feeling my best so I just watched church online, in my pajamas, with dogs at my side and coffee in hand, reminding me of covid shutdown days. I’m thankful that church can be streaming now for the days we can’t be there in person or for those that are homebound.
The season of Lent has begun. Lent has always been more of a concept than a practice for me. Before we joined an Anglican Church, Lent just wasn’t a huge part of the church year- yes, it was there, but didn’t have the same kind of focus. All in all, outside of Advent, Christmas and Easter, in churches we were a part of in other places we’ve lived, there wasn’t much focus on the traditional seasons and practices of the church calendar. It’s something I’m getting used to and learning to appreciate- the annual spiraling and coming back to certain themes, and getting deeper understanding as we revisit them again and again- but each time we’ve all aged a year and are in new life circumstances. The world is in a different place. I think I feel that much more so, this year, in March 2025.
I take comfort in the fact that that as the wise writer said in Ecclesiastes, “There is nothing new under the sun.” The disasters, politics, wars, empires, plagues- humans have been through the same thing over and over and over. The human world seems to have its own cyclical calendar of seasons in the rising and falling empires and all the misery that comes in between. Why do I take comfort in this? Because it means that others have gone before us. There is also a rich cycle of humans responding by caring for each other, building community, depending on each other, bonding together and seeking justice, goodness, kindness, and love in response to darkness. And they have left riches for us to mine. We can rightly hate the evil and darkness stalking the world, and get our “revenge” on it by letting God reach deep inside of us and use these circumstances to form us into people filled with light. We can look at what our brothers and sisters left behind as waypoints to guide us on this path.
One of these waypoints is Lent. An image that our priest used in his sermon this morning was that of us being battered, broken ships that have been through violent storms of the soul, docking our ships in Jesus’ safe harbor.
I love this image and it puts Lent into a new light for me. The various practices of Lent- fasting, giving something up, etc- are things I have never really done much. And the whole time we’ve been going to this church, where Lent is a “thing,” I’ve been living a very hard season of loss. Losing my mom figuratively and literally. Last Lent was one of tears every single day, knowing that the long, painful journey my mom was on was coming to its end. It has felt like my life of the last seven years or so has been 24-7 Lent, as I understood it, and I certainly didn’t see how giving up chocolate or coffee or some such on top of everything else was a going to be good idea.
But this year, a new concept of Lent as a deep season of mercy is wiggling into my mind. We are not very good and stopping and paying real, sustained, reflective attention to our souls. And some of us are frankly scared to. We are scared of the feelings we are sure will bubble up. Guilt over the reminders of the ways we are not living up to who we want to be, the good we want to do but don’t (mostly for the very stupid reason that we are staring at a screen, mesmerized, zoned out by candy content that we know is rotting our brain and attention but seems to glue us to the sofa). I’m sure you have your own list of the things you know you would feel guilty about if you stopped to think about it, and then there is the welling up of shame that follows and the tendency to reach for distraction when such unpleasant feelings arrive, and bam- that’s the end of that time of self-reflection.
But what if Lent is a safe harbor for those feelings? What if there is Someone waiting to come on board, not to inspect and condemn, but to bring healing salve and restoration? Maybe Lent is about realizing and admitting that if we are honest we are broken by things we have both done on purpose and things we have just let happen, been sucked into without raising resistance even though we instinctively know it’s not good for us or others. Realizing that the evil that has happened to us has created angry, bitter places that are growing and taking over our lives. Or maybe it’s not anger, but fear, shame, or self-loathing.
There is another reason that I personally struggle with self-examination, though, that any fellow sufferers with OCD will recognize- the tendency to examine self with a fine-toothed comb and scrutinize my inner world with a microscope. To easily get sucked into to a cycle where I am worried I am not thinking rightly about myself, and accuse myself of letting myself off the hook too easily. I get trapped in a room with a repetitive assault of thoughts about whether something is bad or not, I don’t think it is, but OCD thinks so, and accuses me of indulging in self-justification, and we go round and round about this, and I can’t see clearly at all whether this thing really is or isn’t good for me, good or bad. I can’t get any clarity once that starts up.
I need Jesus-examination, not self-examination.
In other words, if this ship docks in His harbor for repairs, I have to give complete control of it over to Him. I can NOT be put in charge of my own inspection. I didn’t build this ship and despite the fact that I have lived in it for 46 years I still seem to have a very poor knowledge about its inner workings and zero knowledge of boiler room engineering. All I know is I’m full of holes and problems and it’s very dark below deck and my flashlight’s batteries are so low I can barely see anything. Someone has to come in with floodlights and far superior wisdom and capabilities.
During communion one of the songs was Jesus, Strong and Kind. I’ll end with the lyrics, which say all the things I most deeply want to say about the assurance that docking in His harbor is safe. It’s going to be okay.
Verse 1
Jesus said
That if I thirst
I should come to him
No one else can satisfy
I should come to him
Verse 2
Jesus said
If I am weak
I should come to him
No one else can be my strength
I should come to him
Chorus
For the Lord is good and faithful
He will keep us day and night
We can always run to Jesus
Jesus, strong and kind
Verse 3
Jesus said
That if I fear
I should come to him
No one else can be my shield
I should come to him
Chorus
For the Lord is good and faithful
He will keep us day and night
We can always run to Jesus
Jesus, strong and kind
Verse 4
Jesus said if I am lost
He will come to me
And he showed me on that cross
He will come to me
Chorus
For the Lord is good and faithful
He will keep us day and night
We can always run to Jesus
Jesus, strong and kind