Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter — when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
Isaiah 58:6-9
I give up my agenda, in exchange for a divine proposal. I give up my agenda, in exchange for divine appointments. I give up my agenda for God’s timing. I give up my agenda for a life that I alone cannot conjure up or imagine. I give up my agenda of getting even. I give up my agenda of proving myself. I give up my agenda that doesn’t involve God and humanity and the earth. I give up my agenda so I can listen to the voices of my ancestors and hold the generations that will come after me. I give over the procession to God and I anticipate their entrance. Happy Palm Sunday.