Lent is my favorite liturgical season because I’m a depressing-kind of guy. The sorrowful mysteries of Our Lord appeal to my melancholic nature, and the sadness during this season counter-balances the joy I feel throughout the rest of the year.
I guess people who know me find it hard to believe that I have a somber nature. People don’t believe it either when I say that I’m introverted. The truth is, I get tired around people and I like thinking about my mortality. Extroverts, I hear, feel energized when they mingle with large groups of people. They are happy to meet new people. I dread meeting new people and I would rather talk to one or two friends, if anyone at all. I prefer to be alone. Thinking about the shortness of life, and what to do to have no regrets.
Isn’t that weird? And, I’m a diplomat. And I do Toastmasters. And I am involved in Church. All people-centered activities. This is how I know the Holy Spirit is alive in my life. I no longer live, but it is Christ who lives in me. He allows me to do things that are not really part of my nature. Grace builds on nature, and God certainly has built much on such a poor foundation.