The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...-- Jack Kerouac
It's not exactly a Lenten prayer, is it?
And let's leave room for the commonplace, Jack. Most of life takes place there, and a lot of grace hides there. (Plus, doesn't yawning just feel great?)
But that sense of being "mad to be saved" resonates. Sometimes the grace we're given -- maybe moreso during Lent -- is a greater realization of just how far afield we've steered the ship (i.e. what total jerks we are).
It's a grace we can readily run from, but we shouldn't. It's the knowing that we're lost that makes us look again for the path. It's the facing of the truth of who we are that allows us to accept and love the truth of others. And it's the honest, contrite offering of what we see in ourselves that enables us to experience the miracle that is God's love.
The hip hop star Rihanna has a song called "We Found Love". The repeated refrain: "We found love in a hopeless place."
When you come right down to it, that's where love is always to be found.