Last Sunday I enjoyed a Shrove Sunday meal of Belgian waffles and sausage at St. Paul and the Redeemer. There was whipping cream, strawberries, maple syrup, syrup with pecans, and butter to adorn your waffles. How delectable! I tried to be discreet as I went back for about three helpings. I wanted more, but only a few remained and the rector, and a few members of the congregation who had been re-arranging chairs, had not eaten. But Belgian waffles weren't enough. This morning I went to McDonald's for hotcakes. I savored every bite.
Yesterday I saw a disheveled, destitute-looking man rummaging through his belongings, huddled up in the dark Cathedral steps on Huron Street. Did he have a nutritious meal today? More important, would I have had the courage today to escort him to a nearby IHop so that he could enjoy a pancake supper?
On this Ash Wednesday eve, as I think about Lent, I wonder if I can "give up" or "sacrifice" the chocolate I love so that I can receive the living, resurrected Christ. Can I "take on" a commitment to be in solidarity with the suffering through prayer and study?
A Prayer for Social Justice
Almighty God, who created us in your own image: Grant us grace fearlessly to contend against evil and to make no peace with oppression; and that we may reverently use our freedom, help us to employ it in the maintenance of justice in our communities and among the nations, to the glory of your holy Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen. Book of Common Prayer.
May you have a holy and fearless Lent.
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