It came to the end.

I want to say I failed, but how can I say so when I learned  so much. In the traditional sense I did fail. I didn’t make it to Sunday, yes, I ate something last night. I was at a friends apartment hanging out until it was clearly past my bed time so I could wake up at 5 a.m. Again I got in the car and it hit me. I would like to say it was something spiritual that God challenged my life with that made me feel release from my fast, but it wasn’t. I was driving home and began to feel immensely sick and dizzy. I got to my apartment where my roommate also was laying day sick from some unknown illness that I was desperate not to catch.

I began to see how he was and explained I was starting to feel really bad. Well I went to go lay down hopeful that sleeping would be an adequate way to forget the dizziness, nausea, and headache I was going through. Well after laying there for a while just praying it became to the point that I could no longer bear it. Nearly for days and I was done. I cheated out, ate about a two spoonfuls of rice and a piece of toast. Yet while I was disappointed with myself that my body got to the best of me I subtly realized something I have never actually experienced before.

We hear over and over again that Africa is a starving nation, and it’s not just Africa, but many places around the world even some places here in America (albeit not in as a sever fashion). I have never felt so hungry in my life as I did that night and as much as I hate to admit it, I had my way out. I knew no matter how bad it got out I could always eat something, but I could never imagine what that means to not be able to at all. While I can’t imagine that I know there are people who go through that every day. The become so hungry and have no way out, none at all, not even a shelter to find, no scraps to find.

It makes me want to do something, to want to change something, to find a way to feed people. I have heard all of the statistics, I know what the improbable is, I know what the church in America is capable of. Beyond all of this I know what can be done, but I am not worried about the can I am worried about the how. How do we do this? How do we stop world hunger with using the power of the church and with showing the love of Christ that needs to be clearly shown. How can we spread the gospel to those who are dying of hunger? Shoes, clothes, presents, friends are all very very good things to be given to people around the world, but so many lack just the necessity of food and water. Diseases may come from a lack of shoes, but death comes so much more immediately from lack of food. I want help. I want to know what we can do to show the church what we have a responsibility to do. I know I would love to see followers of Christ who have never experienced this feeling to go without food for even three or four days. Learn what it does to your body to lack food, to be completely without. Any thoughts I would love to hear, but for now I am going to contemplate more on what I think we can do.

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