Lent at Fifty
Growing up Southern Baptist I did not know much about Lent. I am grateful for the years I have spent as an adult in Metropolitan Community Churches where I have learned about the rhythms of the Christian liturgical year. Even though Lent comes around year after year, I find that I enter into this season of repentance and self examination differently each year.
Some years I struggle with an annoying habit. Other years I have struggled with learning to live by grace. This Lent of 2006 will be different than all the others before it or after it. It is different because I have just turned fifty years old.
Lent at fifty. What is so significant about that? Well I don’t know about you, but moving into my fifties has been an invitation in humility and self knowledge, which according to St. Teresa of Avila are the same thing. As I have grown older I have had to learn a new relationship with my body. And I am learning a new relationship with myself.
It’s like the minute I had my fiftieth birthday a great cosmic mirror was held up in front of me. I have been invited to take a long hard look at my ways of being in the world. I have found that the prayer that has naturally risen on my lips and in my heart during this season of my life is what is often called The Serenity Prayer: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
I had never paid much attention to this prayer…until I turned fifty. I know the prayer has been helpful to many people who struggle with addictions. But it also reflects the wisdom and lessons of the aging process: as we get older we are invited to make peace with ourselves.
I turned fifty in October of 2005 and as I have prayed the Serenity Prayer through the end of the year and on into Ash Wednesday I have found that it is a wonderful Lenten prayer too. Isn’t that what Lent is all about: discerning those areas in our lives that need to change and asking God for the courage and wisdom to make those changes?
Peace,
Mona