I broke my fast tonight, because I set an oft-postponed dinner with some friends.
I went through with it because this particular meetup involves “eating” for some specific reasons. It is a celebration of food as channel of God’s tangible blessings. It is a thanksgiving for renewed health, and restored appetite. It is an appreciation of how wildly creative and profuse God can be in the manner of His blessing, in the things he allows us the privilege of seeing, hearing, tasting, and touching. It is a recognition of the fact that even the desire for pleasure comes from Him.
True joy comes from Him; the knowledge of rejoicing comes from Him.
Also, while there is nothing an introvert loves more than a cancelled meetup, good stewardship and respect for time as a resource also prevents both of us from changing the plan. In short, we are both too busy to reschedule.
So I am intentionally breaking fast, taking pleasure in the privilege, but aware of the personal compromise.
October 21 has now become October 22.
Like I said, it is never really just “40 days”.
So we can say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper, so I will have no fear. What can mere people do to me?”
Hebrews 13:6
