I received an e-mail from a friend from a congregation I served some years ago.
"I get it!" my friend wrote. "I finally get why you said you liked Lent/Easter more than Easter."
I don't remember saying that, but I'm sure somewhere along the line I talked (and talked and talked and talked) about taking the journey to the cross and what that adds to one's Easter joy.
I'm glad my friend feels like she's off to an enriching start to the Lenten season.
I feel as though I've been living in Lent for such a long time.
Months and months and months of Lent.
I have felt penitential, somber and sad for what feels like forever. I know of God's grace. I feel sheltered by God's love. I can even convincingly proclaim the Good News.
I think I'm tired as much as anything else.
Nothing new there, either.
Oh, Lent. Help me find a wellspring in this desert.