This past week I was at a women’s Bible study when our leader asked us:
What is today?
Everyone immediately called out:
It’s Valentine’s day!
She then asked us:
But what else is it?
Sadly, only a few realized it was the beginning of Lent, it was Ash Wednesday.
For this week’s lesson we had been asked to read the first 15 chapters of Exodus. Strange you might think to read in Exodus when you are studying in Mark. Our leader used Exodus to point out to us the similarities between Moses leading the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt and our belief that Jesus came to lead us out of bondage to sin.
She shared with us the tradition of Passover and how the Jewish people at Passover reflect on their past deliverance from slavery and look forward to the coming of the Messiah. She said, for the Jewish people, celebration of Passover allows them to:
experience what they do not remember and to remember what they have not experienced.
During the Passover time, the story of how God delivered the Jewish nation is recalled. Though the present generation naturally cannot remember that event from thousands of years ago, through the special food and the retelling of the story, they take time to try to understand what their ancestors experienced that night. They take time to remember what they did not experience and let it give them hope and encouragement as they look forward to the fulfillment of Moses’ prophecy when he shared the word of God:
I will raise them up a Prophet from among their brethren, like unto thee, and will put my words in his mouth; and he shall speak unto them all that I shall command him.
As Christians we celebrate our own time of deliverance from bondage and we look forward to the return of our Lord and Savior. With His death and resurrection He gave us freedom from the bondage of sin. We now celebrate this important event every year just as the Jews celebrate Passover. We call it Easter but I think a better name would have been Resurrection Sunday.
Many churches at this time observe Lent.
Lent is a season of forty days, not counting Sundays, which begins on Ash Wednesday and ends on Holy Saturday. Lent comes from the Anglo Saxon word lencten, which means “spring.” The forty days represents the time Jesus spent in the wilderness, enduring the temptation of Satan and preparing to begin his ministry.
Lent is a time of repentance, fasting and preparation for the coming of Easter. It is a time of self-examination and reflection. In the early church, Lent was a time to prepare new converts for baptism. Today, Christians focus on their relationship with God, often choosing to give up something or to volunteer and give of themselves for others.
Sundays in Lent are not counted in the forty days because each Sunday represents a “mini-Easter” and the reverent spirit of Lent is tempered with joyful anticipation of the Resurrection…..from the United Methodist website
Coming from an evangelical background I never observed Ash Wednesday or Lent as a child. To be honest (please forgive me my dear Catholic friends), my church thought the whole “ashes on the forehead” and giving up something for Lent was simply “tradition.” And we all knew that Jesus condemned traditions of men. Right? We go to the Gospel of Mark and the encounter Jesus had with the Pharisees when they questioned why His disciples did not follow the traditional washing of hands before they ate. We know Jesus said, in part,
And he said unto them, Full well ye reject the commandment of God, that ye may keep your own tradition.
Making the word of God of none effect through your tradition, which ye have delivered:
So we have taken pride in rejecting the “tradition” of the mainline denominations. We have felt that we were somehow more “spiritual” because we, like Jesus, rejected religious tradition.
But, in rejecting many of the traditions of the other churches, have we thrown the baby out with the bath water?
This week I have continued to think of how the Jewish people still observe Passover. It is not just a meal that they hurriedly consume and move on. There are days of preparation as they remove all trace of yeast from their homes and prepare the special food they will eat at the Sedar. They take time to really remember their past deliverance and look forward to their expected future. There is a lot of thought and reflection in this time.
As I look at our evangelical Christian community, I see little time spend in real reflection on what Good Friday and Easter should mean to us. We might attend a short Good Friday service, but for most of us Easter is one service on Sunday morning celebrating the resurrection. Little or no time is spent reflecting on what Good Friday really meant. We take no time to reflect on our own lives and as the Jews remove yeast from their homes, ask God to help us remove from our lives the things that hinder our walk with Him.
I feel I missed something growing up without observing Lent. Without taking time from my busy schedule to take a closer look at my own life, to really remember the pain and suffering Jesus went through for me.
To take a long hard look at the cross
before I rush into celebrating the empty tomb.
The dictionary says a tradition is a belief or behavior passed down within a group or society with symbolic meaning or special significance with origins in the past. Perhaps some of the break down in our society today is the failure to pass on beliefs or behaviors that were the very foundation of our own lives. The word is derived from the Latin tradere and literally means to transmit, to hand over, to give for safekeeping.
So, I ask myself as I reflect on Lent this year:
- Are we missing something in rejecting some of those traditions of the church?
- Are our children really understanding the true meaning of Easter or Christmas when we make it basically a one-service event at church and little more?
- Should we not take more time in celebrating the events of Good Friday and Easter?
I’m not ready to put ashes on my forehead (again forgive me my dear Catholic friends), but I’m taking time this year to observe this season of Lent and do more serious reflection on what my Savior’s death really means. Not just an empty tomb, but pain and suffering that He took on Himself for me.
Give me some tradition!