Dragged down in Lent

Can you feel it? That dragging feeling? That feeling you get about this time in Lent when it seems as if you're no closer to Easter than when you had those ashes smeared on your forehead? That sleepy-tired-can't-handle-no-mo' feeling?

Me, too.

There is a cure. It's not very popular. It's not even all that much fun. Most of the time, we choose not to do it.


Pray more. Pray more than you want to or intended to. Pray for endurance and patience and strength and fortitude and grace.


We'll get to Easter.

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