When I was a teenager, rites and rituals were significant aspects of my spiritual life. I took the rules and regulations of my religion very seriously. (At one point I wanted to be a nun.) Then in my late teens/early twenties, I went through a season of questioning, and discovery of God’s word. At the end of it, I decided to leave many of those rituals behind.
But if I think about, every church I’ve attended since has had some traditions, if not as many as I used to follow. And rituals are not necessarily bad. We can allow them to supersede or replace God in our hearts, or they can lead us to reflection and gratitude. As with so many things, it’s really about the heart—the why behind the traditions that we practice. Each day, whether or not we give it a special name and observe it in a special way, is a day that the Lord has made. Whether we feast or fast, may it all be for the Lord.