These
                          are common questions in the season of Lent. For years I used
                          to try to think of something that would require me to endure
                          some significant (I could even say faithful) deprivation, but
                          which would also have other desired benefits as well, such
                          as giving up sweets and snacks and thus losing weight, or working
                          out at the gym three days a week but also seeing my boyfriend
                          there. In retrospect, it seems that each of these was more
                  of an indulgence than a pious deprivation. 
                So
                        let's ask the question again. What is your Lenten discipline
                        this year, your Lenten discipline? The word is so
                        similar to the word disciple. They have a similar derivation,
                        and each of them implies a sense of intention and an obedience
                        in following a worthy purpose or person. So perhaps this year
                        during Lent, rather than trying to keep the rules of a particular
                        discipline, we would do better if we try instead to become
                        a disciple of Christ; rather than trying to follow a set of
                        rules, we can pursue the blessing of a relationship. We can
                        become disciples ourselves, students in dialogue with our teacher
                        as we walk along together towards Easter, that great day of
                  Resurrection. 
                I
                        suppose there'd be plenty for us to talk about as we walk through
                        this season together – about the people we know, the people
                        we love, those who have hurt us and those whom we have hurt.
                        We could talk about peace and war, about hope and fear, about
                        giving and receiving, about sin and redemption, about spring
                        coming like the keeping of an unforgotten promise to make all
                  things new. 
                Then
                        some of the time we would just go along in the intimacy of
                        silence, where no words are needed for understanding. Together
                        we'd feel the warmth of the sun on our faces and the breeze
                        in our hair. We'd listen together to the sounds and to the
                        silences. We'd hear the harmony of our hearts beating together,
                  drawing us together as one. 
                Then,
                        I imagine that we, like those first disciples, would also inevitably
                        recall some of the things that we're ashamed of, that cause
                        us sorrow to remember – times when we've hurt someone, or scarred
                        some of the natural beauty around us, or ignored a need that
                        we could have filled but didn't. So our words of regret come
                        tumbling out, because we need to talk with our companion about
                  these things as well. 
                A
                        friend of mine once told me of just such a talk. He said that
                        there were things he had done in his life that he regretted
                        profoundly and that to remember them caused him deep and piercing
                        sorrow. So, he said, he went to a priest who helped him prepare
                        for the sacrament of confession. “Spend some time alone,” the
                        priest had told him, “and think of all the things you have
                        done that still cause you such deep remorse. Then write them
                        down so you can see them for what they are. And when you've
                  done that, come back to me.” 
                So
                        my friend did this. And when the day came, he went back to
                        see the priest. The two prayed together first, and then my
                        friend talked for a long time of the things he had written.
                        When he had finished, he prayed the prayer of confession from
                        the Prayer Book. The priest discussed with him the various
                        things he had spoken of, and then said the strong and comforting
                        words of forgiveness. When my friend got up to go, the priest
                        asked for the paper where the things he had confessed were
                        written. Confused and reluctant, my friend gave him the list. “And
                        then,” he said, “the priest tore that list up, threw the pieces
                        away, and turned to me and said, “Go your way. Your sins are
                  forgiven.” 
                This,
                        I believe, is how Lent is meant to unfold. It's not so much
                        a time of deprivation as it is a time of deepening, not
                        a time of sorrow only but a time of gratitude as well, not
                        a time of solitude only but a time of companionship also, not
                        a time for discipline alone, but a time to become a disciple
                        and to walk along with Christ, together
                        in deep conversation. 
                          
                          Copyright ©2004 The Rev. Margaret Gunness