Christ in the desert is so much more appealing than Christ Triumphant. Don't get me wrong, I'll take Jesus any way he comes, but thre is something tender and sorrowful about him at this point in the liturgy. It is so much easier to volunteer for 46 days of fasting when you know he'll be there all the way. The ashes on my forehead are so much easier to wear when I realize it's a conversation heart saying, "Be Mine." Letting go of cheap and easy crutches is a moment of bliss when you realize you'll be leaning on his arm.
It shouldn't take the intersection of Ash Wednesday and Valentine's Day for me to realize how romantic The Lord is, but it did.
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