Taking off my Dr. Ruth hat…we’ll switch topics.
I used to fast quite often. I’ve had both good fasts and not-so-good fasts.
At one point, I decided to quit fasting because it is just too hard on my metabolism. I know that’s not a very spiritually legitimate reason not to fast, but it is not easy being a woman in your 40’s, and that’s all I have to say about that.
We don’t fast to move God. Fasting changes us. It positions us.
It isn’t about our deprivation. It’s about our attention.
In the past, when I’ve fasted, I restricted food and focused my attention on prayer and scripture. Nothing wrong with that. It has been good for me.
But as Lent approaches, I am considering a revolutionary-to-me kind of fast.
This is what I put up on my refrigerator the other day.
Is this not the fast that I have chosen?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry?
that you bring to your house those who are cast down?
when you see the naked person that you cover them?
and not hide yourself from you own flesh and blood?
Several times a day I walk by, stop, and squint at this. What does it mean in my life? Does it mean changing the things that I do? Does it mean waking up to things that are already happening around me?
You would think that since I was practically born in a church that my life would be filled with this, right? Nope. Just church meetings, none of this. So here I am, a seasoned christian in the slow-learners class.
I don’t know how to do this. But I am thinking that if I focused my intention and my attention in this direction for a period of time that maybe my life could change.
Then shall your light break forth as the morning
healing shall spring forth speedily
and your righteousness shall go before you
the glory of the Lord shall be your rearguard.
Then you will call, and the Lord will answer.
You shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’
Yep, I could use some of that.
In fact, I think the church could use some of that.
God says this is what we need to do to be a light.