…this time of year, I’m always reminded of this:
Though we have 40 days of Lent, often known by its seemingly gloomy feels marked by our fasting and the giving up of good things (or dare we even attempt the giving up of vices, too), we then have Easter. 50. Days. Of. Easter.
That’s certainly a moment of pause. 40 days of Lent. But then 50 glorious days of Easter.
It makes me appreciate liturgical seasons and how the Catholic Church is much like California in that we know how to party. (insert instrumental “California Love” here)
Easter is such a big deal that it’s worth celebrating for 50 days straight. In other words, celebrating Easter is not a one-and-done deal. Though technically, we celebrate the Resurrection every Sunday, but come on! This time of year Easter shall not depart from the minds and hearts upon the conclusion of the Recessional Hymn on Sundays! It shall be celebrated even on a Tuesday when I’m drowning in Excel sheets or Friday when the club can’t even handle me right now or even that awkward point on Saturday when Wal-Mart is unnecessarily too busy to safely traverse the candy aisle for discounted Cadbury chocolates of egg-shaped deliciousness! Until Pentecost!
I cannot continue a struggle with the notion of a gloomy Catholicism especially during the 40 days of Lent. Because after Lent is the most glorious celebration for 50 days of the one fact: He is risen!
We may fast hard. But we feast harder.