Yesterday, I spent well over an hour chatting with two first language Welsh speakers. I am a Welsh learner. I am still at the entry level really. I probably caught about 40% of what was said, and could by the end of it nod meaningfully in what were the correct places. I was exhausted.

It did make me think of my relationship with God, and how some of my communication with the deity (both listening and speaking) is lost in translation.

I reflected on how much I think talking with God should be easy and that with a second language, I am willing to be stretched and exhausted, yet in the human-divine interaction, I can so easily give up in the foothills of the mountain because it is a tad difficult.

Lent is about creating space for a conversation to happen, and perhaps rejoicing in the misunderstandings and difficulties that a conversation in a different language can bring.