Cheeseburgers, Sin, and Lent
Here we are again in the season of Lent – one of my favorite liturgical observances. Since I didn’t grow up in a Christian home, I was always mystified by my catholic friend’s religious practice of ordering fishwiches from McDonald’s on Fridays. “I can’t eat meat on Fridays for Lent,” they would explain, whatever that meant. I didn’t get it.
But as I grew older and learned more about this sacred season leading up to Easter, I fell in love with it. If you happen to be uninitiated as I was, one of the basic ideas of Lent as I understand it is to give something up during the 40 days leading up to Easter in order to help you identify with the sacrifice and sufferings of Christ. As goofy as it may have sounded to me at the time to give up cheeseburgers in favor of fishwiches on Fridays for Lent, if it brings the sacrifice of Christ to the forefront of our conscience, then I suppose you could say that it will have served its purpose.
However, for me personally, I felt like I wanted to sacrifice something more personal that cost me more and so I committed myself to praying about what my sacrifice could be. I believe the Spirit led me down a slightly less conventional path and my Lenten fasts have taken on a different shape than the traditional model that I’d seen over the years. At the time I don’t believe I’d ever heard or read of anybody observing it the way we now do in the Gray household, and I don’t think I’m clever enough to have conjured it up on my own. It felt like it came like grace, like some songs do, or a rainy afternoon, or good dreams. I’ve since learned that there are others who share our observance of Lent, but the point is that I’d never heard of this before, and so I have reason to believe that it was inspired, in the truest sense of what that word means, by the Holy Spirit.
What we did that first Lent and have been doing since is pray that the Lord would reveal to us anything that has some kind of lordship or mastery over us, anything that is competing with the supremacy of Christ for our attention and affection. As the Spirit convicts and reveals what that particular thing is, then that is what we give up for lent.
It is usually some sin, addiction, or lesser appetite that I can’t seem to beat or that occupies too much space in my life. The idea is that it’s difficult – for me at least – to quit a stubborn sin cold turkey once and for all and expect that I’ll never stumble in that area again. Ever. It feels too daunting, and in most cases unrealistic. I think of Bill Murray in “What About Bob” and his mantra of “baby steps…” I believe the season of Lent can provide baby steps to freedom, an attainable goal of 40 days to give up that sin or habit you can’t seem to beat, to see what freedom feels like, to “taste and see that the Lord is good.”
Over the years I’ve given up things such as fear, anxiety, certain eating habits, or other more private sins that stick to the walls of my heart. I’ve also done things like commit to rekindling my affection for God’s word. My wife gave up speeding one year, and it changed her life. In the process she realized how much of life she lives constantly on the run, driven. I introduced a friend of mine to this idea and he found much needed hope as he gave up a pornography addiction for the Lenten season. Again, giving it up forever seemed an unattainable feat, but 40 days seemed manageable and it was like entering his heart into a detox program. In that time he started to get hooked on something else: God’s freedom.
Traditionally, on Easter you would get to have that cheeseburger or whatever it might be that you had given up as a way of entering into the celebration of the resurrection. Of course my way of observing Lent breaks down here, as it would be a bit of a buzzkill (to put it mildly) to go binge on porn or push the speed limit or give yourself over to anxiety, or (insert your sin here_______________) on Easter morning. Some of my friends have repeatedly pointed this flaw out to me, as well as their disapproval of the idea of giving up a sin for Lent to identify with the sufferings of Christ. Some of them wonder if the Gray Lenten observance might be mildly blasphemous.
Who can say? I get what they’re saying, I really do, and yet I can’t help but feel that ours is a Lenten fast that pleases the Lord. Especially when it is a favorite sin that we fast. I am, in fact, giving up something precious to me – a desire of my flesh, and usually a potent one that is trying to usurp my heart’s affections. In this way, it is not only a very real, focused, and significant sacrifice but also one that acknowledges what Christ suffered for in the first place: my sin. In giving this up I identify not only with Christ’s sufferings, but the bondage of my own misery as well – a misery that Christ came to heal. And when Easter rolls around, though I’m not at McDonald’s scarfing down cheeseburgers, whispering Hallelujah between bites, My celebration comes in a newfound sense of the reality of the freedom that the resurrected life of Christ offers.
Not to mention that on Easter morning I‘ve never rushed back to my old bondage. 40 days of freedom is enough to whet your appetite for more of the same.
So I was having a bad day. I woke up, for no apparent reason, at 5:30 in the morning, and my brain was already two hours ahead of my body. It was the kind of day that usually lands me in front of the mirror with a mental baseball bat. But on this day, I did not have the wisdom to walk away in defense. Instead, I moved in closer for a beat down. My arms would not reach up to fight, but remained stubbornly, helplessly at my sides. My face, totally unprotected from the oncoming head blow, narrowly dodged clear at the very last second, and I closed my eyes in relief. A minute or two passed and I gained strength enough to push away from the glass and head for the safety of my computer. I put my head down and got to work, hoping to shake off the shadows, but an hour later I found myself crying through the proofread because I hated every single letter on the screen.
Here is a small excerpt from John Piper’s excellent book Don’t Waste Your Life (which you can read here for free, or buy here for a pittance) wherein he expresses thankfulness for Clive Staples Lewis and details some of the ways he has cleared a path for us all. I’ll only add that I vigorously concur, and that JP is among the very few men who rank with CSL for impact in my own life. -sam
Heaven knows why it has taken me so long to write a little something about this album, the newest EP from friend and soul sister, Julie Lee. Julie and I met several years ago at a friend’s house and found immediate ease in conversation and a unique connection; sparks of light and magic hung lightly in the air around our collision. It was one of those instances where you know for sure that the God of the Universe meant for you to meet this one particular human being out of the millions that He created. I know that sounds a little dramatic, but I like drama (the good kind only, please) and am grateful when I find it happening in my little life.
Browsing the shelves of wicked-cool used bookstore here in Nashville, McKay Books, I happened upon Kathleen Norris’s (The Cloister Walk, Dakota, Amazing Grace) latest, Acedia & Me. Though I had no idea she had a new book out, the cheap sticker price for a primo first edition (Note: you will recall from a previous post that I have a more than slight affinity for used bookstores and, especially, first editions) was an easy decision. The title itself was mildly intriguing since I was vaguely familiar with the word, “acedia”, but of which I knew very little. The subtitle, “A Marriage, Monks, and A Writer’s Life”, though hardly an enticing, round-em-up, gather-em-in slogan, is true to Ms. Norris’ midwestern style, neither flamboyant nor melodramatic.
I’ve been hearing about this children’s Bible called The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones for a year or so now, first from Ben Shive, then from a smattering of others whose opinions I respect on such matters. One night last week Jamie and I were putting our sweet Skye to bed (she’s 6 now), and we were talking to her about Christmas. I’d been gearing up to leave for tour and with the first Sunday of Advent fast approaching we wanted to find out what she thought. Jamie asked her who was born on Christmas morning, and Skye answered, “Um…Noah?”
Russ Bremeier at Christianity Today:
Is there a qualitative difference between learning a song from your Grandfather and downloading a song from iTunes, from getting a recipe online and pulling out the yellowing paper of an old, family recipe? Ken Myers answers in the affirmative, channeling C.S. Lewis when he discusses the need for thoughtful Christians to consider not only content in what we appreciate in art, but also how we receive it.
The other night my wife and I had the opportunity to see Charlie Peacock in concert. The Art*Music*Justice tour, featuring Sarah Groves, Derek Webb, Sandra McCracken, Brandon Heath and Charlie, had an off day in Kansas City. So Charlie set up a house show with just him and his piano in the upstairs art gallery of the world’s most perfect Christian bookstore, Signs of Life, in downtown Lawrence, Kansas. (No kidding. Not a Scripture mint to be found, but huge sections on art, history, classics and local writers. There’s one wall devoted to the puritans, and another to Walker Percy, Flannery O’Connor and the like. Dangerous.)
Mystery. Intrigue. Drugs, dark secrets, the decay of the will, and the transforming power of God’s love sown by a single man to a harvest of redemption.
My favorite book I’ve read this year was initially only a curiosity piece I perused while killing time in a Barnes & Noble. I had recently bought Unchristian – a book that offers an insightful look at how outsiders of the faith view the church – by David Kinnaman & Gabe Lyons, but decided I needed a mental break and started looking for something a little lighter. I’m not inclined to reach for humor books, but the cover of a book featuring a man dressed in Old Testament garb and looking earnestly heavenward with the ten commandments in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other proved irresistible. I picked it up, thumbed through the pages and found myself laughing out loud in the aisle at Barnes & Noble – another uncharacteristic behavior for me.
The Yellow Leaves: A Miscellany, the new book from my favorite author, Frederick Buechner, was released on June 16th. I added it to my Amazon shopping cart when I first heard about it from the Proprietor and Eric Peters, after they heard Buechner read a couple excerpts during the grand opening of the Frederick Buechner Institute back in January (which also featured a concert by Michael Card, with AP opening for him).
Walt Wangerin, Jr. strikes again.
The musical bumper sticker on my car during the ol’ college years would have definitely read “I’d Rather Be Listening To Acoustic Music.” Therein was my initial foray into the early careers of Square Peg artists like our own Proprietor. I found great enjoyment in the Texan college worship scene (early Crowder, Robbie Seay, Justin Barnard, anyone?). And the great unknown (acoustic) rock over which I stumbled came in the form of Jill Phillips.
Janner Igiby lives in Glipwood, a nothing little village in the land of Skree, on the edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. Manhood is on the horizon, but Janner finds it hard to feel much hope for the future. Skree is ruled by foreign oppressors, snake men called the Fangs of Dang, servants of a shadowy emperor named Gnag the Nameless. The Skreeans are weak and weaponless. They’re even tool-less. Any Skreean who needs to use a hoe has to borrow one from the Fangs (and fill out the requisite paperwork). And from time to time, the Black Carriage arrives in Glipwood to carry young Skreeans toward an unknown fate across the Dark Sea.
I am not a fan of Civil War literature; in fact, I have always thought of it as one of those weird sub-genres for obsessive types. They’re almost like Trekkies with their re-enactments and maniacal devotion to detail. It’s just not my thing (although I’m secretly jealous that they get to dress up and shoot cannons).
A Randall Goodgame song is like a great independent movie. Characters deliver lines like they were lifted from a break room, a truck stop, or a downtown diner. Seemingly incongruent scenes are juxtaposed and plot isn’t obvious; in fact, narrative–a good story–is often more evident than linear plot lines. An indie movie, like a Randall Goodgame song, seems to tell itself. Rather than being rudely yanked by a chain through a sequence of contrived events, with a Randall Goodgame song, I have the sense that I’m being allowed a willing, but vicarious sneak peak into the real lives of his real characters.
Andy Gullahorn is funny, but he’s also one of the more serious lyricists I’ve come to enjoy in a while. Listening to Reinventing the Wheel, you come to understand that he is more than a good songwriter. He is a craftsman. He knows what he’s doing, where he’s going, and where he’s taking his hearers.But as I said, people say Andy Gullahorn is funny. They say that, I think, because he makes them laugh. But as for me, I’m calling it nervous laughter.
Thanks, Jason. I’ve often heard that it takes 30 or 40 to break a habit or form a new one. Is it a happy coincidence that that’s how long Lent is?
I have a friend who has given up watching the news for Lent. The constant barrage of alarming stories about the economy, he realized, was making it hard for him to keep sight of the eternal–the good news of the Divine Comedy. That strikes me as a brilliant use of the Lenten season. Even if he goes back to the talking heads after Easter, surely it will be with new eyes and ears.
Lent has always been too Catholic in my pea brain so I never even considered it until this year. I, like you Jason, assumed that it was giving up some pet sin. I tried and failed miserably. I don’t know whether I’m just not serious about Lent or about letting go of my sin.
Love, love, love the graphic!
Good stuff…I’m doing a daily post on lent at my blog, I may link to this today. Thank you.
finally i have found some camaraderie! this, too, has been a practice of mine, although much less intentional i must confess. it began my junior year in high school, when i was fed up with all my friends giving up chocolate and french fries, feigning some spiritual stimulation when all they were after was a stimulating diet.
so i gave up yelling at my mom. you can imagine the difficulty of this for a 16 year old
it was, hands down, THE best thing that has happened in our relationship, ever, even 8 years later. and the Lord used that time to convict me of how quickly i was (am) prone to throw a fit in anger instead of disagreeing civilly and seeking peace and reconciliation. it was also a fast/sacrifice that i really could only complete successfully by the work of His Holy Spirit. and that seems to really hit closer to the heart of Lent, in my mind.
unless, of course, consuming chocolate turns out to be the unforgivable sin.
Jason,
You know we are of like mind here. The hang up for folks usually comes with the giving up of something — that something being food related as fasting is part of the season. However, some other area of practice — a sinful or troublesome habit — serves the same purpose. As Jonathan pointed out, it does take some timeframe to form habits — good and bad. So, 40 days, apart from representing Christ’s 40 day wilderness fast, is a good number for that purpose.
One of my favorite resources for the liturgical calendar is this one: http://www.cresourcei.org/cylent.html I like using the “church year” both personally and as family devotion for the reason sited on this site’s discussion of Lent. The liturgical calendar is “a means to refocus on spirituality in a culture that is increasingly secular.”
In whatever fast we choose, the tradition of Lent is to take up something in its place — in particular giving myself over to more prayer as a part of the fast, giving of additional monies for the poor (”almsgiving”) and taking up new works of service. It’s a wonderful exercise of spiritual disciplines. This year I’ve pushed my clock back 30 minutes to spend some additional time in prayer out of that I’m seeing where the Spirit leads as it relates to the other two points. To paraphrase my pastor, I’m “setting the sails and seeing where the wind of the Spirit blows me.” So far, I’m doing pretty well – though today was a whiff due to the time change.
Thanks to your post last year, I have some great additional music for the season: “At the Foot of the Cross Volumes 1 & 2” Couldn’t find the link for that post, but you all can find the music here: http://www.thechoirdownloads.com/default.aspx
Both volumes for 15 bucks is a great deal!
One more link to add: http://ihajj.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent-2009.html
This is from Thomas McKenzie, a Nashville pastor and Rabbit Room regular. He gives a good summary of the points I’ve noted and talks about their offerings during the season. If you are in the Nashville area, check them out. I know I would — in particular the “Stations of the Cross” service.
Hey Tony - thanks for remembering that post about Easter music! Here is the link: http://www.rabbitroom.com/?p=576. I can’t recommend these records enough - a couple of the very few genuinely unique and mystical records that the CCM industry has ever produced.
Jason,
I like your family’s tradition. Praying about what to give up, to me, is a very personal introspection that not only brings you closer to God, but helps you understand who are with and without Him. Truly, it’s something all Christians should do during whatever time frame God lays it upon their heart to do so.
Stacy
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Growing up in an obviously different tradition than some other Rabbitroomers, Lent is a pretty weird idea to me. So is Advent. The only traditions I remember growing up are the potluck and its related obesity…
Though I do still retain a certain wariness of traditions, because they can lose their meaning and become idols themselves, I have begun to see the value of them.
My biggest hurdle is just knowing when they are going on. How silly is that?
I fully intended to observe Advent this year, but missed the start by two weeks.
These kind of post is yet another thing for me to enjoy about the RR: Here I get to interact with my brothers and sisters that I would never see because of our denominational isolation.
Thanks for the post.
Kevin,
Sounds like growing up you and I may have shared some of the same congealed salad.
Just jump in and explore these traditions, don’t worry if you miss the start. However, that is why I always recommend this site: http://www.cresourcei.org/cylent.html The guy running it does a good job of keeping current on the dates for a given church year. In addition there is a lot of primer reading for folks like us who didn’t grow up with this tradition. I’ve used it a ton in devotions with the kids over the years.
As for denominational isolation, herein lies another opportunity to be a part of the unity Christ prayed for in John 17. You are correct that this place is a good one to start the dialogue, but the local churches in your area are where you can incarnate the truths we bandy about here. Here’s a story from my experience.
My present denomination (Presbyterian Church in America) and church (Perimeter Church in Atlanta) does not hold strictly to the liturgical calendar. We use it to varying degrees because, as I noted before, the culture we live in is increasingly secular – some would say its “post-Christian” but I don’t know if I’d go that far, at least not in the U.S.
Perimeter will hold certain services, but not all of them. Whereas, churches like the one in Nashville that I noted above, Church of The Redeemer, as an Anglican church, will hold all the services of the liturgical calendar.
A few years back, my new next door neighbor turned out to be a pastor at Lutheran church down the road from my own church. So, since we didn’t hold an Ash Wednesday service, we attended his church instead. Not only did I connect with my neighbor, but I had a brother in Christ, preach to me and my family, give us the imposition of ashes and give us Communion. Talk about bridging the gap, it was powerful.
The next big event in the church year is Holy Week. If you want to try something like the Ash Wednesday service, then I’d recommend attending a Maundy Thursday service. When it comes close to that time, search out a church in the area offering this type of service or ask around here or at your church. That is another great service to attend.
If walking into another church is awkward, then I’d recommend something like Convoy of Hope (http://www.convoyofhope.org/ ) or Habitat for Humanity. Nothing bridges the denominational divide like service. Given that taking up service is something folks do during Lent, this would be another excellent way to experience the season.
In all of this talk of Advent, Lent, etc. the goal is to fix our eyes on Jesus the Author and Perfecter of our faith. I don’t worship in a church that holds to a “high church” or formal liturgical service, but I could easily do so, because there is a reverence that is sometimes missed in informal worship like the style I’m a part of. Stay with me, I don’t want to hijack this thread on some worship style argument. That is not the point.
The point is, you can learn to appreciate all styles of Christ-centered worship. The church year or liturgical calendar is another means to that end. It has great value in homes for devotion and as a way to connect with other brothers and sisters in Christ should this not be your tradition.
I can remember associating Lenten fasts with new year’s resolutions. I thought they were stupid. Fads. Diets, as someone pointed out already. It’s funny (or not) how many of the attitudes I formed at the peak of my stupidity (late teens) still run rampant in my heart all these years later. Thanks for the fresh look, Jason.
I like this version of the Lenten fast. One of my English professors (who, incidentally, was also a pastor), had a pet saying: If we give something up for forty days, it must not have been that important in the first place.
He didn’t mean that giving something up for Lent was trifling or easy but that giving something up with the intention of returning to it after a month isn’t really a sacrifice.
If it’s worth giving up for Lent, it’s worth giving up.
Having been raised Catholic (but now born-again), I went through the ritual of giving up things for lent. From swearing to candy…desserts to television…I gave it up. But the one thing that sticks out in YOUR message is that once you have sacrificed for 40 days…why not CONTINUE? I always went right back. Easter Sunday was a feast…gorging on chocolate and candy, turning on the TV and watching all day and night.
My stepdad, an acoholic, would faithfully give up drinking for 40 days. But even before NOON on Easter Sunday, he was cracking open a bottle of beer. It mystifies me now, as an adult, why he just didn’t STAY “quit”. And that’s what I LIKE about this post.
Once you let it go, and give it to God, as a token of the ultimate sacrifice He gave for US, why not let God KEEP it? Thank you for this post.
Reminds me of my own story of breaking free of porn addiction. Thanks for sharing! - http://www.covenanteyes.com/blog/2008/11/12/breaking-free-of-porn-addiction/