Lent is that time of the year when every practicing Christian tries to adhere to a set of self-imposed restrictions to things much liked. This could range from meat to alcohol. The beginning of this austere season never presents a problem. It is the journey itself that does.

But I am not going to discuss how you could make it through temptation and the trails which may come up. Instead, I would like to take up a more subtle point - the time we break the Lent.

I happened to spent the last days of Lent at a friend’s. I had not been able to keep up with my self-imposed restrictions this time around. An untimely party had caught me off-guard. This friend of mine wanted to go the distance and would not touch the whisky I had poured him, until mid-night the last day.  That started me to think along the lines of “Does God adhere to your local time-zone?” for about a second.

This was just an off-hand thought, which was put to rest by my rationale, which shouted out about His omnipresent and omnipotent existence. But something to think about anyway, huh?