Editor’s note: This installment of Joyful Noise was initially published on Wednesday with the title “Spiritual Anorexia”. In light of a reader’s perceptive comments below, we have changed the title, but we have left the comment thread open, in effort to foster open discussion, and a spirit of understanding.
How often do I say to myself that I simply don’t have the time to pray, read scripture, or even glance at the lives of the Saints?
Truthfully, not that often. What happens is something more like this: I’m bustling around, taking care of the needs of the children, filling some of my own needs, checking things off my to-do list, and fielding requests. I am saturated in the goings-on.
Prayer simply doesn’t enter into my mind.
I am often so preoccupied during the day that I neglect my own spiritual needs. I have become completely and totally blinded to what is most important to my own well-being. My heart, my nous cannot perceive what is right and true and needful, and so I starve, willingly.
“For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.” (Romans 1:21, NIV)