Fasting

Today was Fast and Testimony meeting. I really wanted to share my testimony on the power of fasting. On several occasions, I have seen the singular power that a sincere fast yields. Not only can fasting and prayer result in external miracles, but something happens inside too. When our physical cravings are suspended for a short period, and our fast is accompanied by prayer, there is an indescribable spiritual sensitization.

But I didn’t get up. I don’t fear public speaking at all, or testimony-sharing. I was concerned that my voice is so strained it might be a distraction. I couldn’t risk using up valuable syllables and meeting time providing a health update to put people at ease, and without it, the severity of my vocal tone might cause undue concern at the least, and likely overpower any message that I would share. Besides, I live with the four people that I want most to hear it, and they are used to my voice; I could share my thoughts with them later at home.

I realized last night as we began our fast (and endured the weeping, wailing, and teeth-gnashing) that although we have taught our children the “rules of fasting,” I do not believe they have a testimony of the principle. For them it becomes a parent-inflicted evil that they must endure. Sharing my testimony with them doesn’t give them one, but it can’t hurt. Maybe then at least they would understand why I don’t dread Fast Sunday as they do. I don't mean to imply that I am Joe Fast Sunday or anything. Sometimes I forget to start with a prayer and out of convenience, I often don't fast the full 24 hours, but wait, maybe I've found the problem. If I have such a testimony of fasting, why do I cut corners? Do I think they don't notice? I can talk all I want (as a manner of speech) but actions speak louder than words.