However, I’m giving up all that sugary goodness. Not for a lifetime, but for three weeks (which feels like a lifetime). I’m giving up all sweets, sodas, and alcohol during those 21 days. Not because I think those things are bad, but because I need to refocus.
There is a lot of noise in my life. Some of it is good, some of it is bad, most of it is distracting. Life is too busy and there are too many things competing for my attention. Despite my good intentions, a lot of my days are wasted. Those days quickly turn into weeks, months, and years.
I need to prioritize. I need to refocus.
I need to fast.
I’m not sure of all the theological underpinnings behind a fast, but it’s a pretty simple idea. I think about gummy bears, Oreos, Sour Patch Kids, Coke Zero, and Coronas approximately 217 times a week. Instead of hitting up the vending machine or searching for Amanda’s secret stash of junk food when I get a craving for high fructose corn syrup, I’ll say a prayer. It won’t be anything fancy or impressive, but just a quick prayer of thanksgiving. A quick prayer asking God to help me love people more. A quick prayer that the Metro won’t be single-tracking during my commute home.
Those brief moments of prayer and reflection throughout the day will hopefully lead to a substantial attitude shift. Instead of merely trying to squeeze God into a tiny compartment, my hope is that I emerge from these three weeks of sweet sacrifice with a faith that permeates every aspect of my life.
But, on the day, the hour, the minute the fast ends, I will be yelling, “SHOW ME THE GUMMY!”