Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter — when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

Isaiah 58:6-9

I give up feasting on my own so that I can feast with the unexpected. Happy Passover. I give up feasting without knowing the healing power of the table. You are welcomed here. I give up feasting without seeing who around me also needs to be fed. We’re in this together. I give up fasting so that together we can feast oh how far we’ve come, what and who we are made of, and where we are heading. Let’s expect the unexpected with curiosity and love.