After not eating anything for three days, I am never going to complain again (not that I ever did) about only being able to eat vegetables. It has made me very grateful for what I have. I can't tell you how good it feels to have something in my stomach. Those three days have taken a lot out of me. Even after having a meal last night, I was rather surprised to find how weak I was in the morning since I normally just pop right out bed. I pumped myself full of tomato juice and let it circulate. I feel so much better now.
The spiritual effects of that fast have left a lasting mark. As I drew near to the worshipers gathered tonight at Access, Resurrection life's youth service, I felt swept up into the praise. I sensed that I was more in tune to the things of the spirit, and it's possible that many others gathered there may have been too while fasting and seeking God in prayer. It was as though God's presence was there in an unusually strong way. I am glad I came and joined them tonight in worship.
I thought back to many other wonderful services just like the one I went to tonight. I thought about how easy it was for me to sing about how I have given my heart to Jesus and will do what he says. I meant it then and I mean it now. After those three days, however, those words take on a lot more meaning. It's easy to say I'll follow when I'm not experiencing the pain that sometimes comes from following. When I'm right there in it, as I was yesterday, it's a lot harder to sing those kinds of songs happily. Then I look at Jesus, who fasted forty days. Three is hard. His deep love for me really has started to grow down from my mind into the soil of my heart.
I believe Christ's love will continue to take root in my life as I journey through this fast.
