Fasting. Now, there’s a word to strike fear into the heart of any chubby (or, for that matter, any twiggy) who enjoys food.
True confession: I enjoy food. I love the taste of it, everything from the sweetness of a perfect Thin Mint cookie to the tang of the hot and sour soup served at my favorite Chinese restaurant. I love the smell of it—is there anything better than the freshly baked bread aroma wafting over the city of Fort Wayne from Perfection Bakeries when the wind blows in just the right direction? And don’t forget how food looks: It’s a no-brainer to choose the more visually appealing plate when the choices are pork loin with mashed potatoes, cauliflower, and apple slices or roast beef in savory brown gravy, accompanied by steamed green beans and shimmering orange jello with pineapple and mandarin oranges peeking through.
Some people have a relationship with food that is purely utilitarian. These are the people who stop eating when they are satisfied and only eat when they are truly hungry. Others—and I admit here before the world, I am one of these, though I am asking God to help me change in this regard—have a much closer connection to what they put in their mouth. It may be a control issue (“No one can tell me what to do!”) or it may be a (false) comfort scenario (“O, dear Chocolate, I will feel so much better after time spent with you!”)
So, for those of us who are not among the “couldn’t care less” crowd when it comes to food, fasting feels like struggle. Guess what? It is struggle. And in this world of abundant comforts in which we live, struggle has gotten a bad rap.
Jesus fasted. I think that as a Christ follower, my motto should be, “If it was good enough for Jesus, it’s good enough for me.” Or at least, if Jesus wasn’t too good for a thing, I shouldn’t consider myself to be either. There is a verse in the Bible that says “He learned obedience through the things He suffered.” Jesus learned obedience? I didn’t think He had any problems there. So, what can that mean?
What is obedience if it is not subjecting my will to the will of another who has authority in my life, if not setting aside my own ‘druthers to perform those of another? That’s what Jesus did throughout His earthly life. Otherwise, He would never have left the comfortable glory of Heaven.
All sorts of spiritually-minded people from the mystics to the ascetics have written about fasting. And some of them have made it sound scary and hard. For me, it seems like both, even without my spending a lot of time reading about it as a discipline.
But, when I put fasting–deliberately choosing to go without food (or any other obsession/distraction) for a purposeful period of time —in the realm of an act of obedience motivated by love, in the realm of “for the sake of relationship”, “scary” leaves the equation and “hard” becomes okay.
“…for the joy set before Him endured the cross”—that was the Jesus approach to the scary and hard. Maybe there is something to this if I am willing to push back my plate and open my hands to take hold of something other than the fork.