Lent. We see it sometimes as creeping slowly up upon our joy, like a spreading shadow as February makes its blustery way to the end of the calendar page. We feel a little sense of dread, if we are honest, as we see it approaching. A dread that seems to sigh just a bit at the thought of forty days with no this or that. Forty days of resolutions kept, and sometimes broken or even forgotten; unraveling as the weeks march on…