A Place at the Table: Day 7

Wednesday – This morning I had “breakfast” with a retired minister who is a member of my church. He and I had talked about sharing the table together before Ash Wednesday and for some reason my silly self didn’t think about the fact that I would be fasting after Ash Wednesday. So, he had breakfast and I had a cup of coffee, which he  graciously paid for so my budget wouldn’t be compromised.

I did surprisingly well watching him eat and smelling all the wonderful things there are to smell in a diner.  I had anticipated an agonizing experience but it was actually quite pleasant.  The good conversation certainly contributed to that. In fact, I’m getting hungrier now as I write and remember the meal than I did while he was eating it.  I’m glad he didn’t hold back.  He got one of the breakfast combos with eggs, bacon, toast, home fries – the works. I felt good that I was able to stick to my fasting commitment even with all those things I love dancing before my eyes.  I felt even better that my fasting commitment didn’t impose upon him.  I didn’t want him to feel any pressure to behave differently because of my Lenten observance.  As Jesus said, Beware of practicing your piety before others…

I divided my pasta into two small meals again. Around 3:45pm, I had to take a stroll around the church. I was getting hungry and it was getting to be distracting. Maybe it was that I didn’t have quite as much pasta as the day before (just guessing; I didn’t measure it, but my two little meals didn’t “feel” like the same amount). Maybe it was lingering effects from the diner. Either way, dinner couldn’t come fast enough. After twenty minutes or so, I was fine.  And while I ate a hearty supper (kudos to my wife for an awesome swiss mushroom burger), I was not hungry later on.  Perhaps my gastric rhythms (or whatever they are properly called) are starting to even out.

Tomorrow, it will be time to go shopping again.

Lord, thank you for friends and the blessings of our abundance.  And thank you for showing me that my appetites are mine; I am not theirs.  Continue to give faith and focus and see me through.  Amen.

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