If you Facebook search ‘Ashmita’, you would find a page :- Why Ashmita won’t eat (and how to make her!) I was so not eating, I decided to make that page!
Kidding. Nobody I know runs that page. But possibility is, Ashmitas all over the world have difficulty eating all that much, in general!So I decided I would eat when I’d feel like. But then came Sunday, and I ended up at FOLJ with Sam Alex. You know how on some days the entire sermon is dedicated to making you eat? It was one such. To begin with, Sam told us to raise our swords (Imaginary swords!); we did. I would LOVE it if you do it too right now, as you read it! With everybody else, I raised my sword too, up high, showing off the fighter I had been lately! Then he told us to drop them. I dropped it, with everybody else, waiting to see what else he had in store to offer. Sam then continued to say the following words:
EAT got me all ears. Why Ashmita won’t eat, and how to make her! Perhaps I was going to find an answer to it! The rest of the sermon was dedicated to how eating can mean so many things. Eating – Eating. Eating – Making the best of whatever opportunity is at hand. Eating – Gladly accepting what God has put before us for the moment. Can you relate? Often when stressing for the things we deeply desire to come to pass, we tend to neglect what we should be eating from the table at the present. We neglect the doors already open; we neglect readily available meals; we shudder off duties and are least bothered about responsibilities. We raise up our sword and want to fight for a tomorrow that is yet to come. We do not pick our spoons and eat from what today has to offer.
Now pick up your fork, and your spoon. And EAT! (Capitalized for emphasis)
A sermon about eating convicted me. It so convicted me that I decided to have a whole pineapple cake to myself that evening. It so convicted me that I introspected myself till late night. It so convicted me that I escorted an elderly to the hospital the other day and stood by her till I was exhausted. It so convicted me that I went to work nevertheless. It so convicted me that I ate well that afternoon. It convicted me to cheerfulness. It convicted me to joy. It raised my being from an improbable future and committed me to the present. I dropped the sword. I grabbed a spoon. And if you did the same when I told you to, the only question that remains is: What are you eating today? 🙂 We will talk about THAT in another post! Until then, Love and hugs, Ashmi
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
– Matthew 6:34