I—a girl schooled by the Sisters of Loretto and a phalanx of Jesuits—have found my sense of the divine animated by the sacred Jewish lens of wonder and wisdom.
I suppose there is a line of thought in Christianity that would equate the cheap and mean with holiness, but somehow Catholicism has always found room for both Michelangelo and Mother Teresa.
The freshness and wonder, the way that what was there before still exists but is now shot through with newness. The city glitters. Why not? Lent is the season of baptismal preparation as much as penance.