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Preparing for Lent

With Lent coming up, I am sharing the recommendations I post for my students below. Lent is a period of penance, prayer, and alms giving, and it’s a good practice to choose something for each of these categories to work on. It’s best to focus on things you’ll actually stick to, rather than start with something very strict and difficult.

Ideas for Lent

Penance

  • Observe prescribed fasts and abstinences
  • Practice some form of asceticism (eg: cold showers, sleeping on floor, additional fasts etc.) and offer up your sacrifice

Prayer

  • Build a prayer habit by doing one of the following:
    • Angelus Prayer (6 am, noon, 6 pm)
    • Morning and Night Prayer
    • A daily Rosary
  • Join or begin an organization for Catholics (confraternity, prayer group, religious themed book club, etc.). Some examples:
    • Militia Immaculata [Laity and clergy consecrated to Jesus through Mary, based on the work of St. Maximillian Kolbe]
    • Green Scapular Society
    • Start a group with friends/classmates

Alms

  • Give away not just what you don’t need any more. Make sacrifices (ex: skip a purchase and donate the money you didn’t spend; donate clothes that still fit).   
  • Make a point to carry cash or gift cards to give to anyone who asks.

Death of a Friend

As children, we had talked about enlisting together. Maybe we just seem like children now.

He was too sick to enlist when I left. I don’t know if we would have stayed close otherwise. Our lives were already very different before his diagnosis. I visited him in the hospital every time I took leave. It was like a pilgrimage. The first time, both our heads were shaved. 

He stopped going to the hospital, and I visited him at his mom’s house. The small town around us seemed as sick as he was, but one of them was improving. He got better, and I stopped visiting. I moved on with my life. I went to college and made new friends. I went home less and less, though I lived much closer. I don’t remember what I was doing when I found out. I remember consciously not asking for details. I felt guilty enough already.

There was another pilgrimage. We had all left, the sons of our small town, but we were still in driving distance.  

I brought a suit, serious and adult. I found out that everyone would be wearing a simple black shirt for the funeral. That was more his style.

We drank. I guess it was a wake, though we don’t call it that. 

I stayed out late enough that most stores were closed, though that isn’t particularly late there. 

In the closet at my parent’s house, I found a black button-up from high school. It fit, but a dry cleaning bag had disintegrated on it. I spent an hour picking small pieces of plastic off of it, but we never got them all and I itched all day. I still itch.

At the funeral home, most of his friends were missing. They had stayed out later than me. They had drank more than me. And they didn’t have black shirts. Someone had rushed to buy some, but the nearest clothing stores were a half-hour away.

When it was time to bring the casket to the church, the designated pallbearers still weren’t there. My dad told me I should volunteer, but I hung back. I felt such strong guilt, I couldn’t stomach the thought of taking someone else’s place. Someone who had stayed closer.

At the last minute, they got there. There was a crush of people, healthy young men in new black shirts, all pushing close enough to put a hand on the polished wood. We brought him to the church. The priest was new, but he talked like he’d known him. We put him in the ground. People were making plans to drink. I drove back to college instead.