We approach Lent and that is always a reflective time for me. Yet, as we draw in, I am struck by a hunger that keeps calling me… and I keep ignoring.

I got a book on the affections of Christ that is just out and found it was more theological and academic than I had hoped. What I wrote was: “I long to read something (even again) that will draw me into the love of Christ.”

And the voice of the Spirit responded: You write it. Now.

I’ve read and re-read wonderful spiritual readings over the decades. Journals from spiritual giants. Classics. And I can certainly read them again. But what about my own journey? What have I learned? What am I learning?

There may be fewer posts along the way for the handful of folks who read my blog. I need the discipline of reflecting more deeply in my own writing and personal space than trying to do so in public space. I need to discipline myself to avoid the need to write publicly, even if “publicly” isn’t a huge number.

Post less here is a goal. Write more deeply. Share the journey when possible.

This is not a Lenten goal. It is a life goal. I don’t need someone else’s spiritual journey. I need to walk this path as those giants cheer me on from the side of the road.

I have walked in the affections of Christ. I have known the sweetness of his presence. I want to read about the affections of Christ? Then I should write about those affections myself.