Chips for Lent
About five years ago, I decided to give up chips for Lent. This was a big deal. I love chips—but even more, I LOVE DIPS. And you can’t really have dips without chips. I love all dips—queso, guacamole, salsa, honey mustard, buffalo, Polynesian, oh and CHICK-FIL-A SAUCE! I could go on and on … I love my chips and dips!
I didn’t grow up in a Christian denomination that recognized Lent. I grew up in The Assemblies of God denomination and had never heard of Lent until I came to Northland. I wasn’t sure how to participate. One year, I saw Vernon and others around me giving up coffee and I think they would agree that was not a pretty sight. So I had an understanding of what it was but hadn’t applied it personally.
Upon much examination of what food I loved most, I decided to give up chips. It was awful, it didn’t prepare me for Holy Week at all. My friend, Colleen, actually sent me a care-package of chips (to be delivered just before Easter) because I was that desperate.
Lent is different for everyone. What I’ve discovered is that giving up something tangible was not for me. It didn’t connect me to Christ’s sacrifice. I needed to sacrifice in a way that was connected to a heart issue. To quote my daughter, Gracie, “Lent isn’t a diet, it’s a devotion.”
I like to be secure, I like to have some sort of control over my life and my family’s lives—my family isn't always easy. We have issues of mental illness, neurological disorders, along with the craziness that comes with a family of musicians.
Lent, for me, meant letting go of control. I’ve let go of worrying that everything is always going to be OK. I’ve let go of telling God what He needs to do. I’ve let go of thinking that any of this is really in my control.
For me, THAT is Lent, that prepared me for Holy Week. Christ was certainly not in control of what happened to Him, and neither am I. Like Jesus, do I really trust what my Father says? That I don’t have to monitor and control everything around me, He has me?
Yes, I do trust Him.
I’m praying that my Lent endures past Easter and into the rest of the year—or would that be too controlling? ;)