Every year people ask me, "What are you giving up for Lent?" And usually my answer is, "Nothing." This year, however, I decided to try not eating from dinner until bedtime. Yesterday, was day two and that was the second day that I considered throwing in the towel. I thought this would be easy, but it's not. I can't tell you how many times between 7 p.m. and midnight I open the snack cupboard or frig. The question as I enter day three is, "Why?" I've eaten three square meals. It is certainly not because my body is starving to death.
I think much of our lives are lived on automatic pilot. We simply do things a certain way because we always have or usually do. We don't think. We simply act. We become puppets in our own game of life. I'm learning that we need to be master's of our impulses if we are to be subject to God's will, but I have 38 days more to learn how to get off automatic pilot and learn to let God be my pilot. I suspect after 38 days, I will still have lots to learn, but every journey starts with one step!
plou
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