Feasting on hunger was quite an experience. I am very glad that I embarked on this experience. It was humbling and different. I am glad that I got to serve others and give to worthy causes, but most importantly I am glad people took interest in what I was doing.
Granted there were a number of people who couldn’t wrap their minds around the fact that I wasn’t doing anything (read eating) on Thanksgiving. There was even one conversation where I was repeatedly invited over to their house, and I had to keep explaining that it wasn’t that I didn’t have invitations to other places but it was a conscious choice not to be places where people were eating.
I won’t lie and say it wasn’t a bit lonely. Not in the sense that I didn’t see people, but more in the sense that once I got home I wish that there were a person or two around me, just to spend time with and reflect on what our day was about, who were also fasting.
The day was spent deep in thought and prayer for those who are constantly in hunger and in need. I enjoyed the fact that my mind was on others instead of being consumed by trying to get ready for an event or a meal. I got to sleep in late and enjoy my day. The pressure of having to be places or the worry about what I was going to or not going to eat wasn’t there. A simple peace followed me through my day.
I broke my fast with a simple dinner of salad, bread and some grilled zucchini, though I woke up today with an upset stomach. I’m trying not to so easily slip back into the desire to eat lots and feel like a glutton, hopefully I can contain myself.
I think the best part of the experience was being able to have conversations with people and having them start to think about what our holiday symbolizes. Starting with something as radical as not eating on Thanksgiving is a great way into discussions about over consumption and hunger around the world, and ultimately into a conversation about, at least how I think Jesus would act. The greatest sense of pride I got from the day was from a few people who really started to think about possibly doing the same next year along with me. Like I have stated previously, this decision took me years to come to putting into practice. I didn’t expect people to be jumping on the band wagon in boat loads, but to know that I got people thinking was a good thing.
This year was an experiment, and I’ll most likely do it again next year. I will try to think of way to expand my effort and to think of new and creative ways to serve those in need and to address the notion of hunger and a Jesus way of living.
Thank you for your prayers and support. A feasting on hunger filled me more than any food could.
I’ll leave you with my prayer that I posted on twitter (mind you I only had 140 characters) slightly after midnight.
god thank you for who you are, please bless those who have less, and urge me to give more, thank you for the life abundance i have – amen