Saturday After Ash Wednesday

if you deprive yourself for the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, your light will rise in the darkness, and your darkest hour will be like noon. (Is. 58:10)

By now, the ashes on foreheads have faded but hopefully, their meaning hasn’t. Time is moving forwards whether we like it or not. Once it’s gone, we can never get it back. So what have we learned so far at the beginning of the Lenten season? Well, for one, glory is transitory it doesn’t last. It need not be the end of our short little dance we do on this planet. Yah give up stuff, but do stuff as well at the same time, Isaiah says. Detach and do! The value is not just doing one or the other but doing both.  Yes, Virginia, we can multi-task. Too often when we talk of feeding the refugee or stranger the argument comes up demanding to feed our people first. Isaiah says,we can do both. Get to it. So who’s worthy of my largesse?

The Pharisees and their scribes complained to his disciples and said, ‘Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?’

Jesus said to them in reply, ‘It is not those that are well who need the doctor, but the sick. (Luke 5:30-31)

Someone is hungry, feed them. Enuf said. Should I ask for their credentials first so I can be satisfied that those in need are good people before I help them? Not required. Presume good will. A couple of days ago, my wife and I dropped off clothing items to a homeless encampment on our way to our daughter’s house. We didn’t have the folks huddled in their makeshift tents fill out a form before we left the items. Such an action would be love with strings attached. The love we strive for needs to be as unconditional as much as we as humans can muster. It takes practice practice practice. Our actions are not quite divine but very close to the reason why we were created.

So this is the season of doing. Using the slogan for our giant local athletic shoe and uniform company “Just do it!”

and so it goes…

A little song, a little dance, a little coffee down your pants... 40 years in the high school classroom and now on my own. A chance to think about stuff and how it affects everyone, not just me. Now residing in Oregon volunteering for a refugee organization.

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