Day 1: Spacecase

DAY 1: Spacecase
Soundtrack: Odd Soul by Mute Math

Oh the 21-Day Fast…. The wonderful one-two punch of excitement meeting dread. A time of a hard-to-shake shakiness and a faint to drastic staticky feeling in your muscles. A time of chocolate milk and broth made from those little flavor packets that come with Ramen noodles. A time where water actually starts tasting weird and eventually doesn’t taste good at all no matter what you do to it. And that unforgettable spacey head feeling that makes you feel like you can’t think. Ok, kinda getting off on the wrong foot here.

Well, welcome to day one.

Actually, these fasts—over the past ten years of my life—have been anything but boring and mundane. They have been defined by serious death to flesh, pride and sin. They also have marked some of the most unbelievable times of intimacy with my God in which I lost concept of time or my own physical well-being. An innate sense of letting go. A deep fathoming of the absolute impossible. Hours in prayer. More hours in saturating worship, warm with gut-songs and tears…the good tears. Dreams, check. Visions, check. Demonic attack, double check, zero wreck. All together—eventful.

We call these fasts for numerous reasons. Because we need fresh vision for a new season, for one. Because we all like sheep get fat and lazy and way too comfortable. Fasting obliterates these. And we need to deal with all our personal issues and sin to be more for the Lord, a spotless and blameless living sacrifice. Fasting, dying daily, makes this possible.

Why else? Well, it is biblical. AND…God speaks to us. Because we need to kick things up a notch during these tough winters. Because we get our eyes off ourselves and on to revival, the lost, and making every wrong done to our brothers and sisters…right. And we pray and wait on the Lord, a lot. And it is sweet.

And there is just nothing like it.

Anyway, I will be updating this war journal every day during this thing with a kind of play-by-play and any revelation that Jesus gives us during this time. There will be Scripture, insight, difficulty…and hopefully not too much blood.

Not too much.


About Joshua M. Brindle

Child. Father. Husband. Herald. Writer. Messenger. Psalmist. Poet-Prophet. Biker. Beard-wearer. Teacher. Pastor? Follower. Disciple. Disciple-er. Bearer of the Torche. Keeper of the Flame. Waver of the Banner. Running the race. Fighting the fight. Revolutionary...hopefully.
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