We were talking about the Bible in small group tonight, about how it’s like honey, and I couldn’t help but think about how good the Bible tastes, especially when I’m in the throes of a fast.
Hungry, so hungry, I devour my Bible. I taste it, chew it, imbibe it, gulp it. I pack it into my emptinesses like a lion unsure when the next gazelle might wander across the plain.
I said to the group that a fast makes Bible reading better, more intense. I said, off hand, it’s like the way kids take drugs before they go to the club, you know, to amp up the experience, to awaken them to every little sensation.
Drugs before the club.
So that’s what fasting’s like. A little anyway.