Like so many great spiritual endeavors, ChurchDrunk begins with a dilemma. Do we kick things off with an Ash Wednesday launch, wandering the streets in sack cloth and simmering in a stew of penitent austerity, or do we jump in early with an homage to the vibrant, jiggling, saturated revelry of Fat Tuesday? Well, in the finest tradition of all of us “both/and” Catholics, we have chosen not to choose. Instead, we’re going with a midnight post to shepherd us from feasting into fasting, from Bourbon Street to St. Peter’s Square.
It seems appropriate to take this first toddling step of ChurchDrunk in the space between these two very different yet intimately connected days on the calendar. In many ways, this is where we live. This is our comfort zone. With a drink in one hand and an icon of St. Ignatius of Loyola in the other, we contemplate the blurry lines of a world infused with the presence and essence of God. If there is a way to bridge the gap between Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday, then we are the trolls living beneath that bridge.
So for the next 40 days, we’ll be blogging and podcasting and drinking and praying and fasting and drinking and giving what little alms we have to give and stumbling and bumbling and drinking our way through Lent. After that, we will Easter. And then we’ll see what happens next. We’d love it if you decide to join us for the ride.
-Dizzy & Ges