Fasting is weird. Starving myself to pray for anything is unappealing. I used to tell myself I couldn’t do it, but truth is, I never wanted to. Why can’t I just pray minus the hunger? I didn’t get it.
Growing up in a Malayalee Pentecostal church, fasting was always “testifying” about how long I fasted, claiming credit and then ending with “revival meetings.”
Loud drums. Rapid rhythms. Wailing.
Fasting always reared an ugly face to me until the start of this blog…
Fast 1: My Facebook fast. I went cold turkey against something that took high priority in my life. Realization: My life was so unproductive and wasteful.
Fast 2: My first food-fast. I dove deep into the Word, prayed for hours and worshipped. Realization: God started a rumbling in my heart and I went through a year responding, faithfully.
Fast 3: My second food-fast. In seven days of prayer and submission, the impending avalanche of Fast 2 came to a grand finale. The hardest fight I have fought. Realization: Waiting on God is by far the most worthwhile act I have done as a Christian.
You may not have specific needs.
You may have desperate needs.
Just try it. From a former skeptic, fasting brings unwarranted joy and revelations. Maybe not heavenly voices and visions…but it pushes you…into the arms of an Almighty God, who won’t be anything but inviting and responsive to your submission.
