Today marks the first day of the season of Lent – a 40 day period leading up to Easter Sunday that is remembered (or forgotten) by Christians around the world. Generally people honour lent by giving something up for 40 days. Catholics typically give up red meat and alcohol and thus mardi gras (fat Tuesday) was born. A last chance to eat, drink and be merry before 40 days of hardship.
Lent hasn’t been something that I’ve focused on a lot in my own life, or even knew about as a kid. Now that I do know, I want to make it something real for myself. I’ve decided to give up meat (in all shapes, sizes and flavours). I know there are a lot of vegetarians out there who would find this ridiculously easy. Not so for me. Consider the fact that at one time I planned to go on a strict beer and steak diet for an entire summer. My colon gave out after 3 days. (The budget wouldn’t have lasted much longer) The point is, it won’t be easy. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I love meat, but I certainly do like it. The librarian at my school is a vegetarian and has some funny sayings:
– Heart attacks: God’s punishment for eating his animal friends
– Vegetarian: Indian word for lousy hunter
and my personal favourite
– If God wanted us to be vegetarians, he wouldn’t have made animals out of meat.
Well he did, and I’m not going to partake in the eating of them for over a month. In a little twist of Alannis Morrisette irony, Shana’s mom dropped off one third of a cow that had recently been butchered. In other words I’ve got a flippin’ freezer full of hamburger, steaks, roasts and stewing meat. It’ll have to wait, I’ve got a new purpose.