Perhaps at the root of our longing is simply poor discernment of the needs of our own soul.
I’m finding my soul’s middle ground. I bellow the fire of my spirit by smooring the fire in the hearth.
“The mysterious geography of prayer must begin in the cracks and fissures of the human spirit before it gets the added benefit of the babbling brook heard just outside the monastery gates.”
What, exactly, is the Spirit here to do? To help us cope with this crazy life? Or, help us live to prevent life from becoming crazy?
Can’t I get by just fine without following Jesus and the Spirit into the Lenten wilderness at all?
Lent is about letting go of our faux selves~ in order for God to resurrect the true self.