Fasting and abstinence, ashes on the forehead, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa… And so Lent begins. It may look like Catholics are a bunch of sorrowful, gloomy, down-on-ourselves people – but we’re not. We’re realistic. “Remember, Man, you are but dust, and to dust you will return.” We know who we are – at least, we should. But, if we get stuck only on our tendency to hurt ourselves and others (our tendency to sin) and our aching desire to do better and be better without hope, or love, or faith, then we will stay down in the dust of our material existence. And that is not the whole of who we are. And, so, I share here a past post of mine that helped me to get over myself – and to find myself. Because, really, I’m not anything special – but I am cosmically treasured.
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.