Temptation of fasting
I lingered in my bedroom as the sun radiated its glaring rays through the window. It was a typical clear Friday morning, but the day felt like an eternity to me. As I dressed for school, I recalled vividly what my bible study teacher taught me about temptation and sin few weeks ago. There was a teaching on religious fasting as means to overcome temptations and to be like Christ. I thought deeply about fasting as a kind of personal act of devotion to God and how it would improve my spiritual growth. Throughout history, it has been a custom for Christians to fast on Wednesdays and Fridays. Christians of ancient church fasted on those days with a belief that Jesus Christ commanded them to observe those days as fast days; Wednesdays and Fridays to commemorate His betrayal and cruxification respectively. Consequently, I decided to fast from dawn to dusk on that particular Friday. I went into my nutrition class that summer morning and sat in the corner of the room. Throughout the lesson, the professor taught about carbohydrates, fat, protein, and basically all about food. With such an interesting instructor and topic, I usually paid full attention to the class, but that day my mind was blank and I could not concentrate. Since this cl
Normally, I would have eaten beef sausages, egg with ham and a toast of wheat bread, served with orange juice for breakfast. It was two thirty in the afternoon when I reached home safely. As I had never fasted before, my face turned pale due to the hunger that I still had to bear for another three hours. Usually, my days were so busy that I have very little time to focus my mind on God, and consequently I become independent of Him. Other people surrounding me seemed to be watching me; perhaps they thought that I was someone who I had not eaten for days. For the beverages, I wanted fresh, cold avocado juice mixed with chocolate cream and powder. Though I was temped again, I believed that God would always take care of me even in my darkest hour. I then rushed to the PE classroom and told my instructor immediately. Fasting is not a method of punishing my body and it is not a "dieting method" either. My mouth watered as I dreamt to taste the savory grilled chili chicken. I still had another aerobic class which I planned to skip. Finally, the class ended one hour later. I wondered why I was so dull to go to the cafeteria particularly during the lunch hour.
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