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Entering the Wilderness

This is morning, I am struck by a couple of passages from Holy Solitude:
Heidi Havercamp writes of the wilderness that Jesus entered into just after his baptism. Wilderness is a scary place…full of things that can harm you, no one to talk to and little food to sustain. One cannot help but feel vulnerable and exposed. “It draws prayer out from us in both awe, discernment, help or lament.”

“If Lent is a time for us to imitate Jesus’ forty days in the desert, then it should be less a time to suffer and endure and more a time to grow in this kind of wonder and vulnerability. Engaging in prayer, fasting, and almsgiving are not about punishment; they help us transcend ourselves—finding greater intimacy with God and greater clarity about who we are. These three practices are also disciplines of solitude, forms of self-denial or self-emptying to make more room in us for God."


"Lent is a wilderness set in time.”

How is this wilderness time so far? 
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....jrg 2/15/18

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  1. pmyFebruary 15, 2018 at 11:28 AM

    Wilderness is a scary place, however, compared to our daily environment, you are away from city noises, traffic, hustle and bustles of life..... you are closer to nature, to where we are reminded of God's Creation. Sometimes, this brings you closer to God.

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