When I was a child, I took Lent very seriously. My
two sisters and I would give up sweets every year. No chocolate, no jellies, no
biscuits. If it was sweet, it was off limits. Occasionally we would make an
exception for the St Patrick’s Day parade when sweets would be thrown out to
the crowd. Although to me this felt sinful, like I had broken a sacred pact
with God. I knew I should not do it, but the ChupaChups from the Sligo scouts
brigade were just too enticing for a seven-year-old to pass up.
But my monk like devotion to the practice of Lent may not be
as noble as it first seems. This was because there was an alternative purpose
to my abstinence. Every year on the first day of Lent I would secure a tin box.
This I called my “sweet tin” and every time I was offered something sweet
throughout the 40 days of Lent, I would be more than happy to accept it and
quietly store it in my sweet tin. Like a squirrel gathering nuts for the winter,
I would fill my sweet tin with every variety of surgery treat. Then on Easter
Sunday I would gorge on 40 days’ worth of snacks, making the whole process of
self-denial redundant. I had merely mastered the art of delayed gratification
and would reward myself in an obscene display of gluttony.
As I grew I older the practice fell away and by the time I’d
entered my teens I no longer participated in it. But this year has got me
thinking deeply about the concept of Lent. The idea of a Lentian sacrifice, a
daily discipline based on self-determination, resilience, and strength feels
oddly appropriate for 2020 and 2021.
What are some of the most absurd answers you could think of
if someone asked you pre-Covid what you were giving for Lent? I’ll give you
some of mine:
“I’m giving up going more than 5km from my house.”
“I’m giving up meeting anyone outside of my own household.”
“I’m giving up visiting anyone, or going anywhere, or doing
anything!”
The restrictions have been difficult for everyone but when
you think about it, that’s what Lent is all about. Restrictions. Except this
time, it has not lasted 40 days, it has lasted for more than a year. But what
we have done, and what we accomplished together has saved countless lives and
that is truly commendable.
The idea of Lent is that if you take away the things you
enjoy, you will appreciate them more when they have been returned to you. It is
a mindful practice that allows you to truly get to know and respect the things
you enjoy. I miss my friends. I miss my freedoms. I miss travelling, and
festivals, the cinema, and the pub. But just like Lent, this too shall pass. Unfortunately,
there is no sweet tin that can include all the experiences we have missed out
on over the past year, but we certainly won’t take our passions for granted
after this is all over. So, when someone asks if I’ve given up anything for
Lent this year? I say no. Because we have been living in constant state of Lent
for so long already. Covid19 has been like the longest 40 days of our lives. But
there is an end in sight. Hallelujah.
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