A day to celebrate, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras. In the very olden days they would eat all the fat and rich foods before Lent started. In England it was called Shrove Tuesday and they had pancakes. I am not sure what I will do. I need to lose weight. Perhaps this is the day to prepare to start the weight loss journey again.
It is rather a shame it seems to me that in the world today the celebration takes place without any real intention of sacrifice for Lent for most of the celebrants. They really miss out if they just have one more big party. The parties never stop--Christmas, Super Bowl, Mardi Gras and on and on. But, if life is just a party, where is the fun in that?
The gray and giving up of Lent helps to make the celebration of Easter all the more joyful. Contrast is the thing. Endless days and months of pleasure and richness don't really create happiness. The tendency is just to want more and more.
This past year in the pandemic and all the pleasures denied or delayed, perhaps there will be some experience of the release and actual celebration from deprivation and desire to joy and fulfillment. Perhaps. Anyway, happy Mardi Gras.
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