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One thing struck me during the early days of his juicing. Cross was in New York City, and had stopped at a juice bar that happened to be located near a burger place. Joe sat at a street-side table, looking at the people going by, drinking his juice and watching the burger eaters have their meat. He said something about really wanting to eat a huge burger at that moment, but that he was going to sit there and enjoy his juice instead. He said [and I'm paraphrasing a bit], "I've eaten my burgers. Now I have to drink my juice to get healthy." What he meant was: he'd spent a lifetime eating too much, eating unhealthy foods, spending too much time thinking about eating, that now it was time to refocus his mind, to retrain his appetites.


It struck me that his journey was a sort of (secular) ascetic struggle to retrain his passions about food. I think anyone who tries to lose weight or has any food restrictions has to grapple with that reality at some point. That the allergies, or the gastroparesis, or celiac disease, or whatever, the extra weight, the eating too much: it is all part of the body's being out of sync with God's intention. That the body is part of the fallen world. That there will always be disordered desires, appetites run amok, the constant struggle against sinfulness.
It is a hard thing to accept, the ascesis of it. It is hard to say, "I've eaten my cookies, or cake, or burgers, or whatever, and now I have to eat a smaller amount and range of foods in order to master my body's desire to be out of sync with God." To want to pursue Godliness over the desires of the flesh. It is hard to realize you cannot trust your your body's signals for hunger and satiety, but rather to say, x is enough. To not fall into disordered eating along the way. It is harder still when the choice to follow an ascetic path is taken from you by disease and you just have to obey and say: This is the ascesis.

I find myself saying that to myself a lot these last months. Not just about food, but about a lot of things. About wanting to use my time and energy on selfish things. About feeling entitled to a full night's uninterrupted sleep. About feeling overwhelmed with my kids' health problems and wondering why we have such a heavy burden in that area. About feeling frustrated over my body's latest limitations and the ways those things are interfering with my everyday life. About feeling weak and burdensome.
I'm trying to accept that these things are given to me to bear in the service of the glory of God. Maybe I'm to learn from them; perhaps they are useful for my salvation. I've had my sleep, I've had uninterrupted time, and a strong body; now I have to make do with less in order to be in sync with God. Perhaps I'm just to bear it all with Spirit-given grace and dignity and get on with it.
This is the ascesis.

I find myself saying that to myself a lot these last months. Not just about food, but about a lot of things. About wanting to use my time and energy on selfish things. About feeling entitled to a full night's uninterrupted sleep. About feeling overwhelmed with my kids' health problems and wondering why we have such a heavy burden in that area. About feeling frustrated over my body's latest limitations and the ways those things are interfering with my everyday life. About feeling weak and burdensome.
I'm trying to accept that these things are given to me to bear in the service of the glory of God. Maybe I'm to learn from them; perhaps they are useful for my salvation. I've had my sleep, I've had uninterrupted time, and a strong body; now I have to make do with less in order to be in sync with God. Perhaps I'm just to bear it all with Spirit-given grace and dignity and get on with it.
This is the ascesis.




















