What a great thread! As my form of Christianity does celebrate Lent, I am pondering how I can best honor the suffering of Christ. So I am preparing to be taken into the Tower of Cirith Ungol. There I will lose my mithril coat, my Elvish sword, cloak and brooch; and will start on the journey to Mount Doom without the protection I thought they offered, depending instead on friendship, love, hope and duty. If there is a dark night of despair as the journey nears its end, hopefully I will see how even things dear and useful can burden us and slow us down. I hope I will be able to cast them away so I can come to my journey's end and revel in the victory of love over evil and death.
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Not all those who wander are lost . . . because some of us know how to read a map.
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