Among my heartshaped stones there is one which stands apart. It has the cross printed deep into its body. I found the stone years ago, on a very special night, and it has walked with me since then.
When Easter comes, this stone will be part of my Easter grave decoration, but before that it will be moved from the heart stones and set on my Lent table. There it will be a sign of hope, reminding me what Lent is all about - the road to Easter, the road to the death of Christ, the road to his risen to eternal life.
My Lent will not be so much about the refusal of food as it will be of trying to do good what I have done wrong. To do good what I am doing wrong. I am starting today making a difficult phonecall far south, to another country, to a "pay it forward"-person which I misunderstood and offended badly in my ignorance and selfishness. May God bless us both!
