Lent: Week One.Posted: March 13, 2014
I wasn’t planning on giving up anything for Lent this year.
This was mainly because of past experiences. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t handle it. It was mostly because I wondered what was so significant about it. For instance, one year when I was in college, I thought it would be clever and worth it to only listen to Christian Music. What ended up happening was that I mostly listened to a bunch of old music (since I hadn’t actually purchased Christian Music in a very long time), and it didn’t really do much for me. It wasn’t a real sacrifice, actually. It was just kind of lame.
And the other part of it that was lame was that when I really thought about it, there really wasn’t much I could give up that really was a sacrifice. At least, nothing that would somehow help me get in the zone of suffering with Christ. Not eating dessert for 40 days? Maybe my mom would disagree, but I would say that pales in comparison to public flogging, execution, etc.
I also wasn’t crazy about picking something, labeling it as somehow “not of God,” and then denying myself for a month. What was the point of that? Isn’t creation a good thing? These are things that God made, these are things that humans who God loves made and I’m saying it’s “bad” because it’s not a worship song, or doesn’t fill the “Jesus Quota?” Also: lame.
So I didn’t really do much for Lent in recent years. And I wasn’t going to do anything this year either.
Until I read this. Now, I grew up with an ex-Catholic dad, a WASP mom, so I didn’t really “get” Lent. But when I read that article, I got it: Lent is when you hand things over to God so you can grow closer to Him in anticipation of Easter and the resurrection.
Basically, I was doing it wrong.
And that’s when I realized something: I did have to give up something for Lent. There was something in my life that used up enough of my time that it was keeping me away from God.
The good ol’ Boob Tube.
So, I think I should foreground this for you all: I love TV. I have always loved TV. My dad’s nickname for me when I was a kid was “EmTV.” I got a kick out of TV. Still do.
I think I fooled myself into thinking I somehow separated myself from the rest of America by not having cable or even network channels. The old “Oh, we don’t have TV” thing. But as it turns out, my husband and I actually do have TV because we have Netflix and Hulu, which actually is a terrible thing for a TV addict. I don’t even want to admit how many seasons of certain shows we got through in a week. It’s a little sick, packing 4 years of a television show into a month or so.
Now, again, there isn’t actually anything inherently bad about this, exactly. I don’t have an ax to grind with TV or TV watching, really. It’s a lot of fun. But the problem was the way I liked to use TV: it fills time and it distracts me. Those things, again, aren’t really bad, but I was spending my free time distracting myself and filling up space between the workday and sleep.
Even worse: I spent a lot more time with TV than I did with God. That’s kind of weird, since I claim that God is the most important thing in my life. But if I broke it down, in a given day, I actually gave God a bit less time than I gave, say, House of Cards, or a soap opera about Nashville country singers.
So, that did it.
After week one of No TV Lent, I feel pretty good. I definitely miss vegging out in front of the screen after a long day, a long commute, while I’m grading, etc., but as my husband pointed out: suddenly, we have more time than we used to! Which is awesome, since this is the busiest we’ve been in a long time. And while I’m going to save it for another post, I also started trying to pray the hours, which has been a great experience for me so far.
And I think it’s doing what it’s supposed to: I’m focusing more on God, Jesus, and the resurrection as a part of my daily life, and I am reminded of that when I don’t press the on button on the remote control.