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April 05, 2007

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Bingo.

A most blessed Triduum to you and yours.

That's one of my very favorite verses -- I can't even remember how old I was when I memorized it, and every time I hear it, I have to speak along with it. So powerful.

That said -- um, yeah, you said it. I started to wane in week four as well. This week I really blew it. I've gotten the feeling-barren part of Lent down pretty well, but am seriously lacking in the drawling-closer-to-Christ part. (sigh)

Can I just confess that I only figured out this week (this! week!) that I can ask for help when I'm facing temptation?

The legacy of thinking you have to be Perfect Girl casts a long shadow, my friends.

Here are my thoughts about that verse: I never really got it. It seemed as though if Jesus was tempted but without sin, He would judge us even more harshly for not being able to make it through without sin. But the thing that made it clear to me was (get this) breastfeeding. I had virtually no problems with nursing--plentiful milk, a baby who latched and gained easily, enough time at home to get things established, etc. But you know what? Just going through those first few weeks gave me so much more compassion for every mother who's ever gone through them, whether she ended up nursing "successfully" or not. And thinking about how I, with my limited capacity for love and compassion, could be moved not to judge and to want good things for all other mothers, well, then of course Jesus isn't judging me.

He is risen!

Alleluia! Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed! Alleluia, alleluia!

Happy Easter, Jamie.

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