This is the Old Fool’s 89th. birthday and today I am more aware of lent than I have ever been. I’ve read that lent is a time for house(life) cleaning. And I am not adept at cleaning anything, let alone a life.
I believe that everything that needs to be done has been done to deal with the sins of my childhood, sins of my youth, my middle aged sins and sins of my old age. Instead of worrying about my sins I should keep on loving others the way God loves me, and perfect my love for the weak, the poor, and the outcast throughout my life.
According to the understanding of my youth, I explained to Jurdon, a little boy who once lived with us, that when Jesus comes we would go up in the air to meet him. “Will you hold me?” he asked. “Yes, I will hold you,” I promised.
Today I received a card from Jurdon that read:
“Dad, I’ve learned a lot from you…
“That happiness is found in the little things.
“That strength doesn’t always look like we expect it to.
“That believing in someone is the best gift you can give.
“You’ve been there all along, teaching me these lessons
in your own quiet way and demonstrating how powerful
the lifelong love and example of one person can be.
“I owe a lot to you, Dad. And I love you very much.
Jurdon’s words bless me, as do the words of appreciation from family members and friends.
But words don’t relieve me of the obligation of lent, for as Jesus walked toward Jerusalem for the last time, he asked his disciples to take up the cross and follow him. They followed him humbly, into danger. They followed him as he told parables, confused authorities as he turned their questions back on them.