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Weird Lenten Ideas?

I thought some of the suggestions from Lifeteen were a little odd, frankly, but some of them have merit (given that your intention is to focus on God and not just trying to out-do the next guy in some sort of Lenten show-down).

So, weird Lenten ideas:



  • Put a popcorn kernel in your shoe every day
  • Don’t use your apps
  • Give up texting and call whoever you need to talk to
  • Wear the same 4 outfits for all of lent (Uh, really??  I don't think I could do that, sorry to say...)
  • Everyday do 20 (or 100) pushups and offer it up for someone who’s sick
  • Leave a post-it with a positive message on it wherever you go
  • Every day take a picture of something or someone you’re grateful for and hang the pictures in your room (my favorite)
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