See 1: Abstract
Sight seems to be the most concrete of the senses. What you see is what you get, or so the saying goes.
It's sight that helps us be moved to tears when we look around on a hike in Glacier National Park.
It's sight that has led people to classify other people by how they look. In turn fueling racism for hundreds upon thousands of years.
Sight classify's. Sight puts parameters.
And then their's abstract art. You know the stuff. The stuff we have probably bashed in the past by saying "a two year old could have made that."
We don't like abstract art because it forces us to make our sense of sight, something often so concrete to us, a bit less straight forward.
Lent is a season of darkness, which is something highly uncomfortable for a faith tradition like ours. Especially in the western context that we are likely most accustomed to. We like to feel comfortable. We like parameters and guidelines and knowing what to expect.
Lent is the abstract art our faith might need in order to realize that the world and suffering and darkness and God and pain might not be as straight forward as we thought.
Below is a piece of abstract art. Look at it for awhile. Pray the picture. What's it saying?