A character in my book tells his friend that “perhaps I was trying to tell you something, but you weren’t listening.” I feel that way sometimes about prayer, except I’m the one who must not be listening, because damn if I don’t hear anything. It’s probably more accurate to say I’m not liking what I hear. I am one of those people who often thinks I know better what I’m supposed to do than God, and when my subconscious tells me to ‘feed the hungry, care for the poor, and leave my net and follow Jesus,’ I always have a rationalization as to why that’s not really what I’m supposed to be doing. Lent is a time where we are supposed to practice tuning out those rational voices that drown out God’s. If I can honestly say that during Lent I accomplished one thing, it would be — I started listening.
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