Fasting and abstinence, ashes on the forehead, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa… And so Lent begins. It may look like Catholics are a bunch of sorrowful, gloomy, down-on-ourselves people – but we’re not. We’re realistic. “Remember, Man, you are but dust, and to dust you will return.” We know who we are – at least, we should. But, if we get stuck only on our tendency to hurt ourselves and others (our tendency to sin) and our aching desire to do better and be better without hope, or love, or faith, then we will stay down in the dust of our material existence. And that is not the whole of who we are. And, so, I share here a past post of mine that helped me to get over myself – and to find myself. Because, really, I’m not anything special – but I am cosmically treasured.
Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog, and I've written a book titled It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.