The Beginning of a Contemplative Lent

The Beginning of a Contemplative Lent

February 10, 2016

Today Ruminate marks the beginning of Lent. We have done this for every one of our ten years.

And for every one of our ten years, we have wrestled with the need for contemplation and reflection and the need for action and determination. This year is no different.

On the not-so-far-away horizon is the Calvin Festival of Faith and Writing, AWP, our short story prize deadline, the closing of our general art submissions, and the release of our 10th anniversary issue.

And always, omnipresent, are our fundraising needs. Maybe Lent is exactly the season for this tension between deadline and deity. Our balancing act here at Ruminate is made more visible in the next six weeks, but it is one we struggle with throughout the year.

What grounds us is that the good work we foster and share with our community always has a spiritual dimension. When we share the thoughts of our contributors on this season, it is easy to see the call for reflection and thoughtfulness. When we make one last call for short stories, we are inviting you to share the things you wrestle with. And when we ask for your support, to pre-order our 10th anniversary issue or to become a monthly donor, we are asking you to consider sacrifice and blessing and how the two are intertwined.

We invite you to begin your journey into the desert with some of the compassionate challenges our writers issue every day. In these posts, contributor Nicole Rollender shares her own hard season of waiting, poetry editor Kristin George Bagdanov shares her journey through Six Sundays towards a Seventh by Sydney Lea, and art editor Stefani Rossi talks about transformation wrought with uncomfortable magic.

Walking with you,

Brianna Van Dyke
Editor in Chief



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