Okay. Maybe that's an overstatement. One of the things we love about Lent is the chance to preach a little more, at parishes which have midweek services, or to lead Bible studies, or to do any of those clerical things we should probably be doing more of during the rest of the year anyway.
But still, it's demanding. We often describe Lent as a sort of train tunnel. Once you go in, there is no way to change course by even a few degrees, much less turn back. You just keep going until you break out into the light. (In our case, that's usually about two weeks after Easter, since it takes us at least that long to catch up on the routine tasks we have deferred.) And never mind that the tunnel ends with a long, steep hill called Holy Week.
So if we don't keep up our frantic blogging pace for a while -- if, indeed, we don't blog much at all -- don't be concerned. It's not that we are ill, nor any less outraged by the antics of the Devil and his minions. But mad dogs, bad priests, military maneuvering, strange science, Christianism, bad vestments, Baroque prose and comic books will all be there when we get out of the tunnel, fifty-four days or so hence.
Right now, though, we've got a train to catch.