Free Dispensations

Sunday, a visitor introduced himself as a modern-day Job and listed a broken hip, ankle, two or three other accidents. I expressed sympathy, but I also thought about how much all of us – or at least many of us – could label themselves as a modern-day Job.

You have to laugh at the idea although we probably laugh more at ourselves than at the man. Oh, woe….. and we falter and fall away from our Lenten disciples; even me, the preacher who preaches.

I did okay with not complaining about my body until I also became mired down and missed two days of Lenten reflections. And then, as if one lack of discipline creates an avalanche, I caught myself whining, especially last night when …… (I’m not saying aches mind you) “…….” kept me awake for several hours.

Falling away is the easy part; picking up again is harder.

And we’re only in the second week of Lent.

So I’m passing out dispensations today, free of charge. You don’t even have to ask or come to church to get them. “You are forgiven.”

We always are, you know. And we don’t even have to ask except it’s sometimes good to say it out loud. Simply pick up your resolve again, remember why you are doing what you’ve decided to do, and come to peace with yourself.

I’ll do the same.

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2 thoughts on “Free Dispensations

  1. susansayings says:

    I’ve totally fallen off the wagon on my Lenten practices, also–complaining about my mom, the facility where she lives, etc. ugh! And, I still have not made it to drop stuff off at the thrift store. ugh!
    Now the person I’m complaining about is me!
    Thanks for the chance for a restart–again!

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