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 class was mostly about food, I felt tempted especially during a slide presentation that illustrated three categories of food using some appealing pictures which made my stomach grumbling. I then prayed to God to give me strength to resist this temptation. I continued fasting and asked for His guidance to guide the day according to His plan. Finally, the class ended one hour later. I thought that I had overcome the temptation. "God has helped me," I thought. Unfortunately, it was just twelve o'clock in the afternoon and there was still another six hours to fast. I still had another aerobic class which I planned to skip. I wanted to tell my reason to the instructor honestly that I had not eaten the...