There is nothing in this world better than a nice large, tender, juicy, well seasoned, medium rare steak. From the first bite till it’s gone, there is nothing that moves me like the flavor of a perfect steak.
I have always had a love hate relationship with food. I love to eat it and I hate the way it makes me look. There is nothing that can capture my appetite yet leave me feeling worthless in the morning as a good meal. Here is my confession– food is an idol in my life.
An idol is anything that takes one’s affections away God. When your value is based on how you look or how you much you weigh then who is your god? If your greatest longings are for what you eat next then what is your god?
My journey into this realization came a couple days ago… I was talking with a friend over coffee at McDonalds on the topic of fasting. He asked why one would fast, and my reply was that in fasting we deny what charms us so that we find our complete fulfillment in God. We give up bread so as to be filled by the bread of life.
As I drove away from that meeting I realized something…. My value is in my weight, and my longing in food.
What would it be like to hunger for God like I hunger for food? What would it be like to wake up in the morning and realize that my value is in God not in the plus or minus of the scale?
I guess this is my confession — I have made an idol out of food. So now it’s time to destroy the idol, to find my value in God, and to crucify the desires of my flesh. Does that mean that I stop eating? No. Does it mean that eating must fall under the control of God? Yes.