Lent 2022, Day 7



 Lent 2022, Day 7


Today’s BiOY reading is heavy:  Jesus in the garden, friends letting him down and the crucifixion coming (Mark 14), and dire warnings and prohibitions (Leviticus 17 & 18). Even the wisdom passage (Psalm 31) is heavy and full of dread.  I simply cannot think of an appropriate way to draw any parallels with my little disaster-mutt. So I think I I’m going to deviate from the plan and just tell you a little bit about Libby. Maybe we’ll find a little challenge or encouragement somewhere, and maybe we won’t. Let’s find out


After hearing about Libby from Ryan and seeing photos of her, Ken and I finally were able to get to Seattle to meet her in late 2020 and help Ryan move into his apartment (after living basically on the floor for months, since his furniture was stuck in Canada, thanks to Covid.  When Ken and I got to Ryan’s apartment, Libby took an immediate dislike to us. I won’t go into all the details, but it was sad and scary and frustrating and made everything more difficult. By the time we had gotten Ryan unpacked, the only progress we had made with Libby was that I was no longer super afraid of her. I was only quite afraid of her. She still hated me. 


Now, a bit over 2 years later, the story has changed.  It’s not completely resolved yet, and there is some uncertainty, but there’s hope. There is always hope, even in dark days like the ones our world is facing, even—and especially—in the lament of Lent.  




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