I pretty much start every post with a feeling of needing to apologize. My understanding of so many things is very limited.
This one is no exception.
Being an overweight person makes anorexia such a foreign concept but it plays into what I want to discuss.
God has been hitting me with an idea from several sources so I feel the need to share. I have some thinking that is just messed up.
A person that is healthy doesn’t treat food like a checklist. The variety and tastiness of a healthy diet is not something forced, something that must be coerced. It is actually a joy.
But then we look at our spiritual diet.
I was starving so I forced myself to read a verse out of the Bible. I was overwhelmed so I threw out a ten second prayer. I feel surrounded by problems, attacked on every side so I went to church and left as soon as the preacher said “amen”.
We have all been in that place where we feel like we can’t even get off the floor. We can’t lift our hands in worship. The songs won’t come. There are no answers to prayer and no one seems to be listening. The words on the page mean nothing.
The condemnation that religion would heap on us in those moments is a lie straight from the pit of hell.
But to stay there, or to never step into the fullness of a relationship with our Father, is equivalent to anorexia. Patterns of behavior based on false images, unhealthy concepts of who I am, and who I should be.
And we are dying when we should be so alive.
And so, like the anorexic, we have to force ourselves to eat, spend time in the Word and talking to God, until our taste for food returns. We have to spend time with people, many who are struggling just as much or more than we are. We have to look beyond ourselves and the absolutely screwed up view we see. Then reach out a hand – one to our healer, one to someone who needs healed.
We need to be hungry.
We need to be thirsty.
And start eating.