Perhaps you don’t fast during the Lenten season. I didn’t until last year, and the season sneaked up on me this year. So I had to think fast.
After losing a little sleep the night of Mardi Gras, trying to settle on something to fast from, I finally decided to just repeat last year’s effort: Mountain Dew.
I still love the stuff too much, and my midriff proves it. So, for this season, it goes.
And though I’m not surrounded by vending machines proffering it, there are two in our church building where I now work.
Therefore the spare change I would spend on bottles or cans goes into another can – this year, the can for Children’s Home in Paragould. In fact, all my change is going into it, as soon as I get some.
If God could adopt me through the sacrifice of His Son at Easter – and guarantee an eternal place in His family through its resurrection – the least I can do is make things go a little smoother for some kids who haven’t been adopted yet.
As I’ve said many times before, you can always count on me to do the least I can do.