I did something yesterday I have never done before.
I decided to fast to mark the first day of Lent. Fasting on Ash Wednesday is nothing new. Christians have done it for thousands of years, but it was a first for me.
I’ve tried to fast before.
I’ve made it until around mid-afternoon before the temptation just took over and I found myself sneaking a bite to eat.
Every attempt at fasting before ended in failure, guilt, and a real clear understanding of just how weak and spoiled I am.
I’m not quite sure why yesterday was different, but there were a few key “learnings” I wanted to archive and share today.
When you choose to fast, you will start the day very hungry.
This was a bit strange because I don’t usually start the day hungry, but my mind’s awareness of my choice to fast led my stomach to respond in a particular way. It reminded me that the physiological response of our bodies has great influence over our wills.
Skipping the first meal is the worst part.
I found it interesting that once I got past mid-afternoon [the time I would have usually folded!] the hunger pains did subside. Past that point, I was fine for the rest of the day. This was a really encouraging thought for the future.
You have to take is easy! Food is fuel and when a machine is denied fuel, it will not function as full capacity. My body was a bit weak yesterday and my mind was a little slower than normal. That was a limitation I had to accept.
Sharing the experience makes a tremendous difference.
Like my previous attempts, I was on the verge of breaking my fast yesterday afternoon until I got a text message from my friend Taylor who had decided to join me in the fast. Knowing that he had decided to share my struggle was huge. The thoughts of quitting immediately disappeared.
Fasting deepened my appreciation of worship.
This was the real reward for me that I did not expect. The experience of worship with my community last night in the midst of an experience of a physical need was really powerful. My heart was warmed by the fact that while I was denying my body food, my spirit was being well fed.
I don’t know if I could have preached last night as Mike did, but I still felt a conviction that I should consider fasting on Ash Wednesday each year.