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Sorry folks, forgot to blog yesterday!  Thankfully, I know that if I ask forgiveness, it will be granted.  I have been told that Sundays in Lent are "feast days", when you are allowed to eat normally, so it would have made more sense to have forgotten today.  I love the fact that the sabbath principle - resting on the 7th day - applies to Lent too.

I'm going on holiday for a few days (writing this in Ebbsfleet Station) and I'm not sure how much access to wifi I will have, so it may be an extended "feast".  In the meantime, folks, what are you giving up/taking up for Lent?  How is it going?  Or are you refusing to give up anything on principle?

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  1. Chris and I are both fasting 2 days a week for Lent, as part of the End Hunger Fast, and in solidarity with those who are hungry every day. But deciding what 'fasting' meant has been interesting. We settled on just 2 bread rolls, 2 cups of tea and as much water as we need. Which is luxury compared to lots of people, and yet still we struggle with our desire for more food come 9pm. It's an interesting discipline though, and leading to wider thinking about food, not wasting it, not spending so much on it, etc. on our non-fasting days.

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  2. Penny, I only read this yesterday - somehow missed it amidst all the other notifications in my inbox. I'm really challenged by yours and Chris's discipline. I'm going to write about fasting in my blog post tomorrow. Personally I find it the hardest of the spiritual disciplines - even harder than silence (!). Let me know how you both get on.

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