What’s wrong with fasting? Plenty, if the motive for doing it is wrong. I wrote about my prideful reason for going without food for a day in my newly-published book, How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity. Below is an excerpt which shows how foolish I was back then.
Various radio preachers explained how fasting would bring me closer to God. I believed it would also be a feat I could use to impress my new church friends.
“I’ve decided to fast today,” I informed Linda one morning.
“I’ll fast with you,” Jay volunteered.
“I guess I’ll just be cooking for myself then,” Linda noted.
I clung to my goal of not eating for most of the day. By the time I arrived home from school that afternoon, I began to doubt the wisdom of fasting. Deliberately depriving the body of food seemed insane to me.
“Linda,” I said as I shuffled into the kitchen, “I’ve decided not to fast anymore. Jay just told me he was going to stop too.”
“I better make supper as usual then,” Linda said as she brushed a strand of dark-blond hair out of her face and pulled a few pots out of the cupboard.
I slunk back to the living room, ashamed of myself for ending my fast early. In spite of my weakness, Jay’s surrender to his appetite became my sole consolation.
Later that evening, I realized that I fasted for the wrong reason. “Please forgive me, Jesus,” I prayed once I sat alone in my makeshift basement bedroom. “I wanted to do something cool which I could brag about to other Christians. Please forgive me for that.”
I wrote extensively about this errant congregation in How I Was Razed. Amazon and Barnes & Noble distribute the e-book version while Virtual Bookworm stocks the paperback edition. As for my previous memoirs, please check them out on my Bruce Atchison’s books link