chocolate. pop. facebook. alcohol. ice cream. cake. sugar. cheetos. coke. french fries… just a few of the things my friends have given up during this time of symbolic self-denial. but lent, much like a fast, is hollow without prayer, penitence and almsgiving. i admit i started this journey mostly to see what my life would be like without pop – but i quickly made the sacred correlation of exactly what this sacrifice, no matter how small, truly signified.
it was my humanly imperfect way of walking in His steps, if but for this brief time.
i was surprised to have friends checking in daily to see how i was doing. i was more surprised by others who told me they only lasted a few days attempting similar pursuits. is that all He is worth to me? a few days? when viewing my abstienence in that light, i felt power despite the triviality of it. i felt if i was choosing to give something up for Jesus, then i could do it for as long as necessary. He would carry me. He would shoulder my burden. He would strengthen my weakness.
quite a lesson to learn from soda.