The signs are clear as day. People are talking about the good ol’ days of the ‘gesima Sundays. The Orthodoxen of my acquaintance are warming up with Cheesefare. The search term ‘Lent’ has been popping up in my statistics more frequently (along with ‘soundtrack shine jesus shine’, which just gives this Anglo-Catholic girl the shuddering horrors). A new, fun Gloria gets axed out of our choir folders because it’s ‘too upbeat’.
So, what’s my reaction?
Complete and utter denial.
My favorite coping mechanisim ever. Maybe, if we’re reeeeal quiet and don’t pay it any attention, Lent won’t come this year. Is Lent looking at us? Shhh, don’t look, don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook… are you looking? Don’t!
But does it see us? Uh oh, I think it does. IT’S COMING! Quick! Get the Jedi mind tricks! These are not the Christians you are looking for, move along now.
…oddly enough, that’s never worked before. But maybe it’ll work this year. *nods hopefully and clutches the Alleluias to her chest*
And I’ll sing hallelujah,
And you’ll sing hallelujah,
And we’ll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.
—Hallelujah, lyrics by Charles Wesley, music by William Walker, from the Sacred Harp songbook.