We live, we age, we die, we live.

          I have had many opportunities in the several months to reflect upon the fact that we are dust.  I have had the blessed privilege of being with several of my loved ones as they weaken and in some cases die.   Some of the people have expressed a deep faith in Christ.  Others have resisted that gift. 

 I have seen fear, resentment, bitterness and anxiety in those who cling to earthly life.  They see life’s end as the death of everything precious. 

           And yet, I have seen amazing joy, anticipation, and peace in those who see their aging process as one that takes them closer to final rest in Christ.  They see life’s end as the eternal assurance of all that is most precious.  

          We all know at some level that all we “possess” in life in terms of bodily strength, vigor and vitality dwindles. Our bodies deteriorate and all human flesh eventually disintegrates
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          However, as the faithful person ages, the inner life gains momentum and energy.   We are sustained by a core of hope that transcends our physical condition.  You can see it in the eyes and hear it in the voice of the aged faithful ones, right? 

         In spite of the sorrow of earthly endings there is a joyful anticipation of eternity.

        So can we see Lent as a time to "practice" small deaths?  Can we release something completely, even to the point of never reclaiming it, trusting that something of God will fill its place in our life?