Postby Anna Mae » Sat Sep 22, 2007 5:29 pm
I wanted to go for only water, but my mom insisted that I drink juice as well (you know how mothers worry). I wasn't hungry all week, which defied my expectations; sure there were occasions when I wanted food, but it wasn't real--painful--hunger. I was kind hoping to experience dire hunger...
The spiritual aspect was a bit of a letdown also, actually. Devotional books and classical works promise that when you fast God will draw near to you, etc. That didn't happen for me. Such is the story of my spiritual journey, so in retrospect I am not surprised. Virtually all of the Christian pop culture, ancient writings, and people in my life have grand ideas about what God will do in my life if I meet certain qualifications (which I do), but those things never happen. God doesn't follow the "rules" in his dealings with me, which I wouldn't mind except that many of the "rules" are desirable to me.
But I didn't mean to summon a raincloud or anything. Fasting is still an admirable discipline that I recommend to everyone.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€