A moment in earthly time evaporates into eternity.
So the gift is Love, love and compassionate service. It is the sacrament, the flame, the refining fire. It is penitence, earnest returning to God. It is hope. It is the shadows made by the flame. It is the flicker of recognition and the moment of forgetting. It is belonging and being. It is community and continuity. It is recognizing that we are all things and no-thing.
So I will pray this Lent for those who are captive.
I will recognize my own captivity, too.
I will pray for those who are oppressed.
I will recognize when I am the oppressor.
I will pray for those who are alone.
I will notice when I become isolated.
I will pray for those who live in the dark.
I will remember how to bring light.
I will pray for those who are blinded by the light.
I will remember to hold out my hand to lead.
I will pray for my own sin to be transformed to learning.
I will recognize when my actions lead others astray.
I will pray for the indwelling spirit to move me.
I will look for ways to serve,
I will listen.
I will stop.
I will be.
So be it.