The teaching taught during mini caregroup yesterday painted a clearer picture of the rationale behind fasting. It is not that I never understood the intent behind it, but its significance stood derelict over the years having not fast for ages. Recollecting the days of the Axis whereby we, the naughty bunch of believers, compromised the standards, I am heartened to divulge this gratifying truth: I did not merely fast; I fasted and prayed!
Weird enough, the day before when I taught How Fasting Feeds Our Soul, I was half (maybe 80%) convinced about its significance.
Fasting is one method to help us in our spiritual growth because it increases our awareness of God in our life for that period when we are fasting.
True enough, today’s experience on fasting proved the above statement impeccable. Even with the inclusion of my toes and strands of hair on my head, it is still impossible to count the number of times I leave God out of the picture in the midst of busyness and work. Wait a minute, do I even include Him in my daily activities? That sort of answered my own question of why I often feel distant from Him.
Today’s experience drew my relationship with God a tad closer. I had a good time talking to Him like how best friends talk to each other. Aye, I’m hungry, how! The thing I enjoy very much about this friend of mine is, He’s everywhere. He has this gigantic antenna that stretches out to you. You can keep mum; you don’t have to say a word; you can simply whisper something dear in your heart. And He hears.
Do away with the fast, we’ll continue to keep this friendship alive.
Like no other.
