Ramadan posts by Baraka (Rickshaw Diaries – www.rickshawdiaries.wordpress.com)
Taking the N-Judah train through San Francisco on Monday morning, every coffee shop we rumbled past had lines out the door; people waiting groggily for a cup of our second biggest import to jump-start their day.
It’s freeing not to think about sustenance. Don’t get me wrong – I love food: as soon as one meal finishes I start thinking about the next; and if I step out the door for even a brief errand I bring along a snack, just in case I get hungry.
But, I like this feeling of being unplugged. I don’t need a latte to function. I feel a little removed and remote from my body, mind and soul coming into sharper focus.
And, then, on the fifth day of fasting, I am struck with a realization: He so clearly is all that I need to survive, the One I am utterly dependent upon. Take away all else, and still the Giver of sustenance and mercy remains.
All the space inside that I used to fill up to the brim with food, is now finally God’s to move into.