"You'll understand when you're older" We've all heard the phrase from our parents growing up. It is usually accompanied by a teenage eye roll and a spoken or unspoken (depending on the recipient) eye roll. For my own self, at least, these words came to ring true once I had the wisdom and maturity to accept them, begrudgingly or not, months or years after they were said. After many Lents and just as many Easters, these words are ringing again in my ears. I wasn't quite sure why they popped into my head, only that their arrival was strangely coincidental with the start of the Easter season, that most joyous of time periods that follows the most grave of liturgical seasons. Between mimosas and general congeniality, I was struck with the contrast between Lent, in which mortification and self-denial is preached and promulgated, and Easter, the greatest liturgical season, marked by joy and (most often) indulgence. After forty days of discipline,...
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