This year I commit, again, to the abundant spiritual life just hinted at in Isaiah 55.
What if Lent were about feasting (as in the marvelous fable Chocolat?)on truly satisfying things: meditation, reconciliation, courageous models, fragile connections.
What if notions of “giving up” were infused with the tenderness of Isaiah 55, not the trappings of self-hating and embattled Christian tradition?
Then, I suppose, we would actually really have the fragile wisdom and fortitude to walk with Jesus to Jerusalem…