March Backwards

Friday. Last day of the week, first day of the month, and it caught me completely off-guard. I spent an entire Thursday thinking I had one more day of February left. It kind of mattered to me. I messed with my phone for a minute this morning, thinking the date was set wrong, but it was correct - now mortgage is due.

March means it's Springtime, almost, but it snowed. Not enough to make snowballs. It will probably snow one last time, because it always snows on the daffodils.

And it's still Lent. This is a long one. I know someone who gave up Lent for Lent. Said he'd just finished a big fast and saw no need to give up anything else so soon, which, of course misses the point of Lent - but that's his journey, not mine. I think it might be good for some people to give up Lent for Lent. Religiosity. Giving up a temptation to be overly pious, holier than thou? Christians get awfully smug in their "knowing" sometimes, but Lent is a time of soul searching and repentance. It's a time of knowing  alright - knowing I need grace.

This week, amid my dying-to-self epiphanies and journeys through Galatians, I also discovered a few things: the exciting new world of Spotify, Noah Gundersen, Marva Dawn, and that they made a new Footloose movie a while back. Noah is an artist you should check out. My friend Emily told me about him, and you find him on....drum roll please....Spotify.  Marva is a theologian with some very cool things to say about the good side of religion, and the new Footloose movie is not as exciting to me as the old one, but I'm glad I watched it - I think.

Is it me, or are we marching backwards listening to music on these little computer speakers and iPhones? The sound is small, like a transistor radio. Maybe that's why the songs are starting to matter again. A great song will shine through like light through a pinhole.