L is for Lent

L is for Lent.

L is also for layover in Los Angeles.

If a flight is going to be delayed, being able to sit outside at LAX at a club (thanks to a free pass) is the way to layover in a delayed position.

It’s my first Lent while retired.

Except for a visit to the farm for my mother’s 98th (!!!) birthday, this has been a stay at home Lent.

No sermons to write. No liturgies to plan. No Lenten teaching/series to coordinate. Ash Wednesday was collar-less as I worshipped at Hope Episcopal.

My only priestly act has been to teach Reconciliation of a Penitent with the Middler students at Iona School for Ministry.

I have been a Lenten observer, ponderer, wonderer.

I’ve spent time reading, praying, planting my garden, and loads of Lenten lolling.

Now I’m on my way to spend this past mid-point of Lent in Oregon with my family.

God and I are having a quiet Lent. I think God is fine with that.

PS. T-Mobile let me know that I also flew over Mexico today. Who knew?