Fasting, just like a meal, can gather us together.
I remember early in my working career not having much money and struggling to pay the bills, fill the gas tank, and buy groceries. At one point, I bought a chuck roast and made stew.
It was a delicious dinner the first night and the second.
By the fifth day, it was losing its appeal, and it didn’t help that I was also having it for lunch.
Fasting is not so much about sacrificing as it is remembering how it felt to go without. It can draw us closer through experiencing in some small way the plight of the marginalized and poor.
