In an hour we will leave for church for our Good Friday service – veneration of the cross, reserved sacrament, followed by hot cross buns. No music, no show, no lights, no heat. Stark. Cold. Dark. Entombed. Just right.
I am eager to think deeply on the cross. On the curtain torn in two.. on the darkened sky and the thunder rolling. I will sit with my kids because there’s no music today. A different perspective for me for this one day in the year.
I am eager, too, for our post-service fast-breaking Hot Cross Buns. For me they are more than just the Good-Friday-Fast-breaking… for I have been juice fasting since February 1st. Fresh vegetable and fruit juices from my home juicer. I am changed in every way because of this experience. Some of the things I have learned….
- Love of carbs = love of sugar. Same animal.
- Habits are hard to break, but they are breakable.
- Years of damage and unhealth – dis-ease – can be corrected. Improved. Helped.
- I am not alone.
- I am stronger than I ever knew.
I will be a one-meal-per-day eater for the foreseeable future, with the rest of my intake from juice. If you are interested in this journey, this process, this… unburdening, then run to your computer [wait.. you’re already there] and watch this. It’s also streaming on Netflix. It was the first piece – or maybe the final straw – for me.
My fast didn’t coincide directly with Lent.. but it did overlap. One of my most thought-and-prayed phrases has been ‘He made Himself nothing’ from Philippians 2. It puts all things – everything – in perspective. And it has given me courage when I was on the cusp of failure.
Drop me a note if you’re interested in more information. My heart is full. I am thankful for a costly cross, a borrowed tomb, and a surprising gardener.