Life piles up in laundry loads. The grime and dirt and stains so easily cling and must be dealt with on a regular basis.
There is one garment, though, that never seems to make it out of that crumpled heap at the bottom of the basket. It’s actually a beautiful piece that fits well and looks great. But it’s handle with care and hand wash only and who really ever has time for that?

Fasting in Lent is an emptying out of what usually fills. It is the invitation to take out what usually gets left behind to be dealt with at a more convenient time.
It is the opportunity to release the sweaty, creased, balled up mess I turn over and over in my hands, to the hands with the holes, who will hand wash and handle with care; whose intention is not to take away, but to refresh, redeem and restore to original beauty, so I am dressed and ready at the right moment.
“Even now,” declares the Lord, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.”
Rend your hearts and not your garments.
Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity.
Who knows? He may turn and relent and leave behind a blessing…
