I'm playing Scrabble on Facebook with another RevGal this Lent. It's a good Lenten discipline, where discipline has its root sense: a teaching. So what have I learned so far?
- Letters are given to us, not of our own choosing, but we must still make words of them. In my heart, can I view 7 vowels as a gift?
- Holding on to your letters in hopes of using them later risks losing opportunities to speak now. Narthex is a delicious word, but were there wonderful words I failed to make in the waiting?
- The game is collaboration as much as competition, you have to create places to build words or no one plays.
- Choosing words entails risk, as well as gain.
- Your well-made plan may be doused in a flash - you alone are not in control of the board.
- Hoarding the letters you were granted loses you points in the end.
How is your Lenten play going?
It is requisite for the relaxation of the mind that we make use, from time to time, of playful deeds and jokes. Thomas of Aquinas (seriously)