Good morning, reader. It is daylight savings time here in Texas, so I woke up thinking I had slept in terribly late. Not so. Only a little late. Father, forgive me, I enjoy waking with the sun, but if I have important things to do in my dreams, don’t let me stop me.
Last night, I worked a full shift as a delivery driver for a heartbreaking service called Favor. Like most things in this midnight hour, backwards society it is advertised as a luxury, only kings would have their gourmet meals delivered. Kings never leave their houses. They are catered at their every whim. Live like royalty.
In my eyes, which are full of light, ‘The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light,’ I see quite the opposite. I see people in hiding, people under house arrest, people too listless to live. We are just like those frogs put into water, who don’t realize the changing temperature and soon die when it reaches a boil. We have indeed reached the boiling point, but nobody seems to notice. Or maybe they do notice and don’t know what to do.
I know what to do. Return to God. Ask forgiveness.
“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Maybe between gorging myself on the finest brisket in town and being humbled in my service by seeing to it that my customer had their order of extra chimichurri sauce last night, it is time for me to spiritually retreat from the material world of food. ‘So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans pursue all these things…’
‘”Even now,” declares the LORD, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.” And rend your heart and not your garments.” Now return to the LORD your God, For He is gracious and compassionate, Slow to anger, abounding in loving kindness and he relents from sending calamity. Who knows? He may turn and relent and leave behind a blessing– grain offerings and drink offerings for the LORD your God.
Blow the trumpet in Zion, declare a holy fast, call a sacred assembly.’
‘And when you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by others but by your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.’
I suppose it could be true, my writing about fasting may prove it to be worthless in the eyes of God. I just write in hopes someone out there might join me. ‘Again, I tell you truly that if two of you on the earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by My Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.’