It happens every year.
It begins on Ash Wednesday and ends on Easter.
Yes, I’m talking about Lent.
For my dad, a Lutheran minister, Lent was always a busy time. There were the extra services throughout the week. There were special things going on during Sunday services. And, of course, who could forget the sunrise service on Easter morning?
Granted, for me, Lent meant going to church a little more. When I was younger, it meant I could walk into the church with palms. Every year, we would be allowed to take some palms home.
As far as I can remember, we didn’t give up anything during the Lenten season.
A year ago, my friend Ryan called and suggested we give up pop — or soda, whichever you want to call it — for the Lenten season.
Sure, I love my Mountain Dew, but why not?
And sure enough, I made it. The whole season without a single drop of pop.
This year, we are giving it another try.
And while I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to work, we are giving ourselves one day off. The night of the YMCA cruise dinner. He and I will be reunited after many months and miles separating us. We know there will be soda being consumed.
Well, we decided to make up for it, we would start a day early.
At 11:59 p.m. Monday, I took my last drink of pop — Hy-Vee rootbeer.
I haven’t had any since. Not to say I haven’t had cravings. But I haven’t given in to them.
So we’ll see how the rest of the season goes.
Sure, I know it’s cheating, but I’m not going to let that detract from the accomplishment.