For spiritual reflection during Lent this year, I am using a “Living Compass” guide, part of an initiative of the Rev. Dr, Scott Stone. Several contributors have joined him in writing the daily reflections. The theme around which these reflections are organized is courage. In the introduction, Scott writes, “When facing change and uncertainty, few practices are more central to that life than courage—the courage to be vulnerable, the courage to grow, the courage to change direction, the courage to let go, the courage to act with grace, and the courage to walk the way of love.” I anticipate the six weeks of Lent—either because of my thick headedness or my shallow soul-ness—will leave me feeling that a week on each of these themes is not long enough to allow God’s Spirit to take me deep into my interior and find what I need to celebrate and what I need to work on.
Archive for March, 2020
A Journey Into Confession
Posted: March 4, 2020 in Christian Life, SpiritualityTags: Christianity, Faith, Spirituality
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I’ve begun my 2020 journey toward Holy Week with a renewed spirit. For a few months before Lent began, I’ve explored worship in a new way for me. Worship has always been important for my spiritual wellbeing. It’s the reason I habitually appear in the company of Christians on Sunday mornings. I do not worship to hear a sermon with tired cliches and trite phrases. Or vapid lyrics set to ear-worm tunes disconnected to the real life issues of people sitting around me. The ordered service centered around a sermon based on a verse or few of scripture without anchoring it in the context of the grand story of God’s relationship with his creation, leaves worship disconnected, an isolated hour in the middle of living. I can leave such worship without knowing where I am as a Christian in the annual cycle of celebrating the Christ Event.
My desire when I gather with Christians for worship is for a deep spiritual experience with my Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, I am not seeking a sermon, which is a small part (almost an aside) of entering into fellowship with Jesus. I want to enter worship bringing something to offer Jesus—a thankful heart to bless his name or a contrite heart and confession of sin—and leave with the distinct feeling—even perhaps an emotionally physical feeling—of having been with him. Walking out of the nave I have a spring in my step, and a song in my heart. I leave with the words of the gospel song “There’s Just Something About that Name” ringing in my soul. I walk toward lunch with confidence. I have been with God’s people; and we have been with Jesus. It is the joy of Easter on those Sundays.
However, worship does not always leave me buoyant and joyful. This is the season of Lent. Sometimes, during Lent, I leave while still confessing. When meeting Jesus, his scars scream out the sins if my ways and worship has only begun the process of dealing with them and bringing them to him. I need more time to sincerely unpack them with a deeply contrite spirit, more time to consciously form words with which I can begin to describe them. They are subtle, they hide behind observable goodness. They wear masques in order to cover their hideous disgust and thereby appear acceptable. They deceptively leave my “witness” unmarred. It’s when I meet Jesus in worship that he gently guides me to see that with which I need to deal. I’m grateful that Lent is not a one-day or one-week celebration. I need time to deal with sinning “through our own fault, in thought, and word, and deed, and in what we have left undone,” as we confess in the liturgy.
I know Easter is coming. I’m not quite ready yet, but I know it’s coming. And with Easter comes the promise that he’ll come again, the hope of Glory.
