This morning I ate a delicious cranberry muffin. It was fresh and tasty. It practically crumbled in my mouth. Wonderful. Accompanied by a fresh cup of coffee, I gobbled it up and was felt pretty good.
All I had to do to enjoy my breakfast was to exchange a bit of money for it. I just asked for it, gave the money, and I sat down in a nice chair in a safe, well-lit, cozy, warm room.
I ate and didn’t have to wonder where the cranberries were grown. I ate and didn’t think about the farmers who grew the ingredients that became the muffin. I ate and I didn’t give more than a passing thought to the people who served the muffin to me. I ate without fear of sickness or attack or danger of any kind.
As I reflect today I realize this is crazy. Such gifts should not be taken for granted.
I remember Jesus went without food in the wilderness. As a Lenten practice, some fast as a way of identifying with Christ’s experience. I ate today and didn’t even think about it. Just consumed breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Tomorrow, I am fasting. Not much of a sacrifice, but I’m hoping I will become more aware of food. More aware of how God provides for my needs. More aware of those whose labor is exchanged for the meals I enjoy.
If you can, maybe you’ll join me sometime this week in a fast. Not just skipping a meal or two, but an opportunity to recognize the gifts of food and sustenance we often take for granted.
Life is better together,