During one of my seminar class discussions, my professor brought up going without food. He asked if any of us have fasted before for longer than one meal or longer than an entire day. He then encouraged us to fast for 48 hours, so we could get a better understanding of how it feels to be poor and without food. Well... I took on the challenge!
Before I continue, I am well aware of the verses that instruct me to not boast about fasting (Matt. 6:16-18). However, this is not boasting. Yes, I am proud of myself that I truckled through this two-day journey, but I am writing this post to help you see something - to help you see all of those who need our help.
Besides my seminar class, only one other person knew that I would be doing this: my roommate. That way, she could hold me accountable if I started reaching for food.
Let me also say that in no way, shape, or form do I completely understand what it is like to go without food. I merely realize that I am not thankful as I should be for what I have.
So... With that said...
The challenge started at 1:20 on November 1st and ended today, November 3rd, at 1:20 (from class period to class period). I ate no food whatsoever and only drank water.
The first day was... all right. I felt hungry, but I was okay. I did feel like I was going to throw up when I lied in bed that night. It might have also been because I knew I couldn't have food the next day.
Once the second day started, I woke up hungry but couldn't eat any breakfast. Throughout the day, I got a little shaky but couldn't do anything about it, except drink water hoping that would help. At one point, I went downstairs to the computer lab, and there were girls eating lunch. As soon as they were done, they were talking about more food: favorite foods, why one food tastes better than the other, different flavors of snack foods... I then realized how much we, as a nation, like food. We talk about it ALL THE TIME. Before we eat, we talk about what we're going to eat. While we're eating, we talk about how good the food is. After we eat, we talk about how good the meal was. Then, a little bit later, we think about the next meal or the next snack time. We talk about food ALL. THE. TIME!
Later that night, I got back to campus from church. I had to park on the other side of campus, and I had a case of water in my back seat to carry to my dorm. I carried it and felt. So. Weak... My arms began to get shaky, my legs felt numb, my head felt light... Halfway to my dorm, I asked my roommate to carry the water the rest of the way. Once I got back to my room, I sat down in my chair to rest. How. Pitiful. I, who eat everyday... I, who eat three meals a day... I, who eat snacks periodically... I, who eat desserts or candy or any sort of sweet treat whenever I feel like it... Was tired from carrying a case of bottled water maybe...500 feet...that my mom bought for me, when I could just drink tap water in my dorm. Pitiful! Think about it. There are those who go without food for days and days, sometimes even weeks, and maybe get small amounts of food periodically. In order to get water, and hopefully it's clean water, they (they, being people younger than I, most likely) have to walk MILES and MILES to get water, usually from a well. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, they have to carry the buckets of water back to their home. Can you imagine how tired they are? But they have to do it in order to survive. And then, they have to share that bucket of water with their entire community. It is not just for themselves. Can you imagine???
On day three, I woke up feeling lightheaded, my stomach felt awful, I was super hot, and my equilibrium was way off. It only lasted for a short time, though, but it still was not the best feeling. After it wore off, I honestly didn't think about being hungry. I just continued my day until 1:20. My professor brought the class apples, pita bread, cheese, humus, and water - quite a nutritious, vegetarian snack. While eating it, the place where the hard palate and the soft palate in the roof of my mouth meet hurt a little. But it felt good to have food back in my system and to have energy once again.
Throughout all of this, God reminded me of just one verse: 1 Thessalonians 5:18, which says, "Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." I am SOOO blessed to live in a country where I will NEVER go hungry. We have enough food here to feed the entire world. But yet, I eat and then eat some more, never thinking about those who, while I stuff my face, have little to nothing to eat. Who am I that I would take my blessings for granted? Who am I that I would do nothing about their hunger, while I do everything about my own? Who am I that I don't even pray before I eat, thanking God for giving me food to eat? Give thanks in ALL circumstances. Who am I???
I encourage you all, not to fast for 48 hours, but to take a look at your life. What are you doing that benefits the Kingdom of God? What are you doing that allows you to be thankful for what you have? What are you doing to prevent not being greedy and gluttonous? What are you doing before you eat? What are you doing while you eat? What are you doing after you eat? What are you doing when you're not eating at all? What are you doing??? Be thankful for what you have and pray for those who do not have. They will be blessed, as well. :]