Psalms function as a prism helping us to see the many colorful manifestations of the divine presence, sometimes hidden in the depths of our own lives. (Unsplash/Benoumechiara)
When I was growing up in the early 1950s on the far South Side of the very Catholic city of Chicago, one of our neighbors scoffed at Lent.
"I always give up watermelon and large curd cottage cheese," he proclaimed every year as Lent rolled around. He was a faithful churchgoer, a member of the Holy Name Society and always attended the annual parish mission. But for him, Lent was a loser.