These past few years, my sacrifice has been to give up
chocolate for Lent. Because I am also a devout chocoholic, this is a real deal
for me. Still, I've managed to do it for a few years now. The trick, for me, is
to keep enough other snacks in the house so that I do not feel unable to resist
the temptation.
I don't want anyone to think I am a martyr when it comes to
this. It still leaves me jelly beans, caramel popcorn, and lots of other
"stuff." But I can control my intake of those much better than I can
control my intake of chocolate.
So tonight I put whatever chocolate I had left (candy,
cookies, whatever) into a "safe place." I made sure I would have to
make a more-than-passing effort to get at them until Easter morning.
Doing this helps me to think about Lent in general.
When I feel a yearning for chocolate, it reminds me that my
tiny sacrifice is nothing compared to what Christ did during his 40 days and 40
nights in the desert and mountains.
He endured the solitude. He endured the food and drink
deprivations. He endured the temptations.
He also spent that time in touch with the Father, and
contemplated his immediate future. He knew what was coming. First there would
be the joy of Palm Sunday. Then the misery and pain of Good Friday. And
finally, the glory of Easter.
Father, thank you so much for enabling me to have this small
but sincere tool of Lenten sacrifice with which to think about your Son's
sacrifice, all those centuries ago. Each time I am tempted to hunt for a piece
of chocolate, remind me to consider what Lent really means and what He did for
me, and for all of us.
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