It's Not Just Biscuits...

A few years ago I bought Stephen Cottrell's book "I Thirst" to study over Lent (indeed I think it was originally written as the Archbishop of Canterbury's official Lent book), but it got supplanted by something else... It came to mind again over the past week as I was thinking of what I would read this year, but I couldn't find it... It's not for me to point the finger at anyone in particular but it may have been borrowed by a certain female in this household... and I don't think that the cat can manage to read...

Anyway, I've got another book on the boil now... But I presume that Maggie Dawn is reading or has read (and suitably indexed) Stephen Cottrell's book, given that her blog today includes the following quote:

“Lent is supposed to be a time when we review our spiritual life, think again about what it means to be a follower of Christ, reset the compass of our discipleship and prepare ourselves to celebrate the Easter festival. But often we just give up biscuits”

(Stephen Cottrell: "I Thirst" p12)

I'm not just giving up biscuits this Lent... I'm giving up biscuits, beer, late night snacks, scones and anything that will help me lose weight, as per my earlier post...

But of course Lent should be more than that...

Cheers

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