What can I do to give up more of what I posses (displace my privilege, power, etc.) in order for other people to occupy places of belonging in the world? Lent brings this and other questions into startling focus for me.
How am I taking up space? How might I better negotiate the way I move through this world? Is my way of walking through life harmful to others? Do I attempt to disentangle myself from systems of oppression or do I ignore my complicity in perpetuating them?
Although Lent comes across as overly self-reflective it’s quite uncanny the way it turns a person inside out. Lent’s rhythm keeps time with the beat of justice. It does us no good to learn a melody if we’re not going to ultimately sing along.