The Meaning of Lent . . .

Found this on the Internet and it struck a chord! Has a lot to say and is a great example. As usual, out of the mouths of babes!

Lent in a Tent!

Have you ever spent Lent in a tent? As a young priest, living in England, I was exhorting the parishioners to take Lent seriously, and to be creative and cheerful in their self denial. With the radicalism of youth I said, "Do something extreme for once! Think of the desert fathers who left everything and went to live in a cave! Think of Jesus in the desert for forty days. Remember St Simeon Stylites who lived for thirty five years on top of a pillar in the Syrian desert! Go on! Do something radical and beautiful for God.

Preachers must be careful what they say for people are listening...especially little people. So Ash Wednesday came and went and then on Friday I had a phone call from a young mother of four children. "Father, I wish you hadn't preached that homily on Sunday," she said in a tone of slight exasperation. "Because Philip has decided to spend Lent in a tent."

Philip was her ten year old son. A bright boy who sang in the choir and was always full of jokes and questions, Philip had been listening and taking it to heart. "What do you mean he is spending Lent in a tent?" I asked.

"He said he was going to live in the tent in the backyard all during Lent and he wasn't coming out and I was supposed to bring him meals and books and whatever he needed. I don't want to discourage him, but really Father, it is a bit much turning my son into a hermit!"

"OK, I'll come around to see him."

Later that afternoon I dropped in to see Philip. Sure enough, he was sitting happily in his tent in the backyard. This was late February and it was cold. He was bundled up in a sleeping bag wearing a woolen hat, reading a comic book with a mug of cocoa at his side. I climbed into the tent and we had a talk about Lent and came to a compromise. Philip would come out from the tent to go to school, wash and have meals with the family, but his mom said he could sleep in the tent every night if he wanted to.

So Philip spent Lent in a tent. I visited him a couple of times through the forty days and whenever he could he was ensconced in his canvas cave like a perfectly happy hermit. He read lots of books and I talked with him about prayer and I still remember it as one of the happiest Lents I ever spent.

As you prepare for Lent you may not be called to live in a tent, but learn a lesson from Philip: do something radical and beautiful for God. Do it cheerfully and with good purpose. Give more. Pray more. Sacrifice more. Your life will be better for it. Your family will be better for it. Your church will be better for it. You community will be better for it.

The whole world will be better for it.
Posted by Fr Longenecker at Monday, February 15, 2010