Abuse. Violence. Hurting people. Sex trafficking. Starving children. Neglect. Guilt. Fear. Hopelessness. Depression. The lost.
In light of all the yuck in the world, I had to ask myself recently: Does talking so much about eating healthy food really even matter? Is it worth all the attention we’re giving it? Isn’t God bigger than a free range chicken anyway? Why all this focus on what we should and should not be eating?
These are the thoughts that came to me a few nights ago while Matt and I were having a heartbreaking discussion about some friends with a broken marriage. Splintered families make talk of cultured raw dairy products and homemade beef stock seem trivial and downright pointless. Why focus on this real food thing? Why spend time writing to encourage us to eat vegetables when children are hurting and people need Jesus?
I don’t even know. Real food matters. But it doesn’t really even matter.
Here’s why it matters: Because God calls us to take care of our bodies, His temple. It matters because if we aren’t healthy, we can’t serve – plain and simple. I can’t even think straight when I’m eating too much sugar and junk. My brain becomes cloudy and I accomplish nothing when I’m not eating right. Real food matters because I need nourishment in order to be what God calls me to be.
But I need real food to be in the background of my life – not as my main focus. Eating fruits and vegetables and healthy protein and good fats need to be a habit we live by, not an idol we worship.
God is bigger than all of the multi-vitamin supplements, the whole food recipes, and the debates over saturated fat. There are hurting people out there who wish we would stop arguing already about what causes high cholesterol so that we can instead come offer them the love they so desperately need.
I’m going to keep eating butter and coconut oil. I’ll keep pushing the fruits and vegetables, and yep, I’ll even keep making and drinking raw cultured dairy products. I’ll go so far as to continue to encourage you to do the same. Because it matters.
But our relationship with the Savior and with others matters more. If I’m so focused on preparing and serving the best of the best that I lose sight of those God has called me to love – then it seems that I’ve forgotten what really matters.
Does real food matter? Yes, no, definitely, sort of, maybe, and who really cares? I believe God calls us to a higher focus. One that involves laying our lives down for Him, taking up our cross, and loving as Jesus loves. Real food is simply a tool He’s given us to make us the best we can be for Him.
And that’s what really matters.