Walking Toward Easter
I didn’t grow up in a “Lent-practicing” church. I’m pretty sure I never once heard the word “Lent” spoken from the pulpit of my home church, the centerpiece of our small town. In fact, the only experience I had of the Lenten season was Friday night fish dinners at my grandmother’s house with all my cousins. It was a celebration for sure, but I didn’t understand until years later why…