Seems like Christmas just left us, and here it is, the start of Lent. This year, Lent has a bit of a different dynamic for me, as I know that on the other end, once we get to Easter and Eastertide, I’ll be just weeks away from being received into the Roman Catholic faith. That’s a pretty humbling, yet exciting thing to ponder.

This year, as I think I did last year, I plan on reading Robin Griffith-Jones’ wonderful The Four Witnesses. If you ever thought theology was boring, I’d highly recommend Griffith-Jones’ book – his is not only an accessible read, but his take on the four Gospels is historically genuine, thought-provoking, and, as someone who has read a lot of theology in my time, unique in its breadth and depth.

But that’s really the only thing this Lent and last year’s have in common. While my road to Rome has not been without its share of stumbles, I feel more in tune with my own spiritual self and state of mind. I’ve finally come to accept the fact that I’ll always be a drifter with a sense of displacement, and that goes for my spiritual being as well. I know no one church or faith is perfect and the answer to everything that ails one mentally and spiritually. Nevertheless, my commitment to Roman Catholicism feels right in my soul, and seems where I have been heading all along, even when I didn’t realize it.

My prayer is for a blessed and spiritually-enriching Lent to you all.