I am not now a Catholic, although I once was. My boss noted today that being a Catholic is much like being a Marine. Once a Catholic, always a Catholic. I imagine the Pope might disagree with this statement.
Regardless, 14 years of quasi-regular Mass attendance and four years at a Catholic high school (ahem...let's not let our minds wander now, gentlemen...) have made Lent a bit of a habit. So although my current branch of Christianity doesn't really follow the sacrifice-for-Lent tradition, I do.
Last year, I gave up cigarettes and gratuitous cab rides. With the exception of one or two slip-ups, I was a very good little fake Catholic girl. This year I am giving up...wait for it
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Cigarettes. And gratuitous cab rides.
I'll be sure to keep you posted on the progress.
*Wild guess. How many blog posts today would you say have the exact same title?
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At least you are consistent..
I always intend to give up something for lent.
The stars have not yet aligned, howevever, and my intentions remain just that: intentions.
And of course we all know how the road to hell is paved...
Ah Lent... The time of year where I am not afraid to indulge in the finer things in life (read: the things I shouldn't eat on a regular basis but I do anyway) in front of others because it is they who have chosen to give these things up and I'll be damned if I'm going to feel bad about eating a white chocolate Reese's in front of them because they gave up chocolate.
That said, you won't be hearing of my cigarette smoking or gratuitous cab rides in a rubbing-it-in way because I don't do either (ex-smoker, suburbanite). So you've got that going for you. Which is nice.
Now, about that Catholic school...
i usually take up something new for lent. I try to be different.
This year. I'm taking up starting my day with a pint size bloody mary instead of coffee.
i'll let you know how it goes.
the very.
Yeah everyone's posts on Lent made me realize my Lent is the same this year. Good thing I read blogs.
At least cigarettes seems like a legit sacrifice. It's supposed to be difficult. I love the people who give up things like soda, it seems like such a copout. One which I imagine Jesus doesn't appreciate one bit.
Lent makes me so very happy to not be Catholic. Or any religion for that matter. No worries, I will smoke the cigs that you don't.
I once gave up all meat except for fish for Lent. I spent the entire 40 days eating broiled salmon. My only indulgence was the occasional McDonald's Filet o' Fish sandwich.
And yes, I realize that only sorta qualifies as "fish."
Giving up cab rides I could do, but cigarettes? That just sounds brutal.
well I'm not religious in the least but out of solidarity to a Catholic friend/coworker, I have given up chocolate. I know, I know, this is like asking Magnum P.I. to shave off his mustache, but a girl can try.
good luck with yours.
I normally give up chocolate but this year I have decided to be ambitious and give up spending money on things I don't need ... this is going to be the hardest Lent ever! I haven't been to mass in ages much to the dismay of my mother ... I think this just makes me feel like it might shave off a few years in purgatory!
I once told a friend that I was a lapsed Catholic. She replied, "I wish I could do the same, but there's no such thing as a lapsed Jew."
On reflection, I feel there's no such thing as a lapsed Catholic, either.
No matter how profound my atheist convictions, will I ever be an "ex-Catholic"?
Growing up Catholic crippled my emotions, perplexed my intellect, and screwed up my sex life. I can no more become an ex-Catholic than someone who's lost a leg can become an ex-amputee.
HB8
P.S. I'm a lapsed member of the World Record Club. That I can manage.
Hmmm...
Excellent point headbang8. Perhaps it's more like alcoholism then. The phrase "A recovering Catholic" seems entirely appropriate.
I'm what they call a Holiday catholic... You will only see me in the walls of a church during the days where all catholics should be holy... unfortunately that includes Ash Wednesday when I trek my way to the only church within the immediate vicinity of my office to stand in a god-awful line in order to get some priest (who I have no relationship to whatsoever) to put a black blotch on my forehead to tell all who see me that I am a good holiday catholic.
I gave up soda for lent and my gym trainer.. I figured God would understand the 2 for 1 deal... LOL!
Loving your blog!
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