Higher Obedience

I had my tuque on. My Bible was open somewhere on the table. There was a huge dessert sitting in between my friend and I, both our stomacks were full. We were at Mike’s. It was a goodbye supper.

My friend told me she was going to do Ramadan this year. She’s no Muslim. She’s Christian. I liked the idea. Fasting during daylight for a month. That’s my kind of thing to do. I guess I’m not the type to get excited about doing crazy stuff, I’m more the type to get excited by the idea of working overtime til 11pm with a friend, or not using peanut butter or jam or whatnot on my toasts for two months or getting up at 5am to go fishing with my little sister when we don’t have too. I don’t know that’s just me. So when my friend told me that she was doing Ramadan, to fast and pray for Muslims, then I figured that  it’d be something I’d like to do, not for any spiritual reasons, but just for the challenge. Does it sound bad? I don’t know, I don’t really care. I kind of compare doing Ramadan like doing lent. When I don’t eat chocolate or fast on some specific thing during lent, I don’t do it for any spiritual reason, I just do it for a challenge, to train myself to exercice more self-control. Doing Ramadan for me is just like that, I’m just taking the opportunity to exercice self-control and enjoy getting up before dawn to eat and spend some quality time with God that’ll get me out of my routine. Crazy? Well, that’s just me being Gab, that’s all.