| It's hard to know
just how to take an invitation to write about gluttony. "We thought
you would be the perfect person," the editor's letter read. Gee, is it
that obvious? I thought, alarmed. "No, no," I wanted to protest, "that's
not really me. It just these horizontal stripes."
But, if I'm honest,
I have to admit that it is me. It's most of us. Food is an intoxicating
pleasure, and it appears superficially like an innocuous one; it's not
one of the bad sins, like adultery or stealing. We wouldn't do that; gluttony
is different. All it does is make you soft and huggable. It's the cute
sin.
But gluttony is not
about pleasing plumpness; our inclination to associate it with external
effects alone shows how reluctant we are to confront the sin-in-the-heart.
The impulse to gluttony is a sign of being out of harmony with God's provision
and creation, and can disrupt the spiritual lives of people of every size.
External dimensions are no predictor of internal rebellion.
Previous generations
of Christians knew this. Overindulgence in food didn't just lead to thickened
waistlines and arteries; it led to spiritual disaster. These words from
a nineteenth-century Russian monk, Bishop Ignatius Brianchaninov, build
to an alarming crescendo:
"Wise temperance of
the stomach is a door to all the virtues. Restrain the stomach, and you
will enter Paradise. But if you please and pamper your stomach, you will
hurl yourself over the precipice of bodily impurity, into the fire of wrath
and fury, you will coarsen and darken your mind, and in this way you will
ruin your powers of attention and self-control, your sobriety and vigilance."
(The Arena, Holy Trinity Monastery Press, 1991)
If that doesn't make
you take a second look at your second helpings, nothing will.
The key word in the
passage above is "self-control." Gluttony is not wrong because it makes
you fat; it's wrong because it is the fruit of self-indulgence. Gluttony
says "Gimme;" Jesus says "Come to me." When we come to him we give up all
claims to be coddled; we come to shoulder our own rough cross. The path
to the buffet table and the path to sanctification lie in opposite directions.
Anyone who has tried
to diet knows that the will to eat indulgently is surprisingly strong
and unruly. Plans to eat reasonably and with an eye to good health may
look very attractive on Sunday night, when sketched out on a full stomach.
(Oh yes, and we'll get up early every day to jog, too.) About 3:00 Monday
afternoon, however, it's a different story. The stomach that was placid
and amiable has become a bucking, rebellious pony, with a defiance that
was never evident until it was made to wear a bridle. Dieters are often
shocked at how deep-seated and ungovernable is their compulsion to eat
unrestrained; facets of unconverted wilfulness, never suspected, are being
brought to light. What makes gluttony such a hard sin to break?
Of course, food is
pleasurable; that alone can make a sin enticing. But while some pleasures
can be relinquished with a melancholy pang, the attempt to discipline food
sins prompts a ferocious, angry resistance. Something more is going on
here. The urge to overindulge in food is powerful because it is linked
to a desire for power. A complex net of submerged assumptions teaches us
that food grants some limited, but tangible, control over the exterior
world. We bite the Apple (or the doughnut) because we have heard a whisper,
"You shall be as gods." This plays out in various ways:
1. Emperor Baby.
Eating is the first pleasure. Researchers have found that, if amniotic
fluid is sweetened, unborn babies will gulp it more greedily. For a newborn,
many sensations are unpleasant or frightening, but food, glorious food,
is a constant and dependable comfort. Controlling access to food, crying
to be fed and winning the reward of sweet warm milk, is the first task
of newborn life. No wonder we retain to adulthood a zeal to gather as much
good, sweet food as we can grab; it was the first job we ever had, and
it felt like an urgent one indeed.
"I don't think it's
fair that they changed the rules," my husband said one day, looking forlornly
at the ends of his belt; they would no longer quite meet in front. "I can
remember a time in my life--in fact, it lasted quite a long time--when
people were constantly saying, 'Look how big you're getting to be!' and
'My, you're becoming such a big boy!'" He tried once more to make the belt
ends meet. "Now that I've gotten really good at it, suddenly they changed
the rules. Suddenly it's not such a good thing."
His whimsical protest
conceals a grain of truth. The baby that focuses all its attention on getting
food soon grows to be a child that is praised for eating, indulged with
treats, and admired for getting bigger. Not only is getting food our first
job, not only is it intrinsically pleasurable, but it's a talent for which
most of us are praised throughout our childhoods. When did they change
the rules?
2. I have the power.
A related aspect of the desire to overeat is that it is a straightforward
way to demonstrate power. Life is complicated and fraught with compromises,
unmet desires, and nettling disappointments. We can't make other people
do right. Friends, neighbors, spouse, children all may resist our will,
but, darn it, that chocolate cream pie is going to know who's boss.
Overeating can become
a secret, habitual way to reassure yourself that you are not powerless,
that you can subdue and conquer as much food as you choose. Viewed in this
light, anorexia has the same root as gluttony: a desire to demonstrate
control. Women starve themselves to prove that they are the Empresses of
Ice Cream, weilding a scepter of iron rejection where a plumper sister
might choose the tactic of conquering by consuming.
3. Squirrel away.
A related impulse is the need to hoard. Perhaps a cream pie this perfect
will never cross my path again; it's only wisdom to tuck away as much as
possible before the waiter clears the plates and we must part forever.
Hoarding food discloses our need to establish ourselves as independent
resources, free from dependence on God. There is an intrinsic mistrust
of his ability to provide, though he owns the cream pies on a thousand
hills.
4. Boredom.
A constant stream of pleasant sensations coming in helps keep more troubling
self-confrontation at bay. The continuing work of repentance is life-long,
and comparatively less jolly than a bag of gumdrops; those gumdrops may
be just enough to keep us distracted one more day. Bishop Brianchaninov,
cited above, insisted that an evil of gluttony was its ability to dull
the mind. The Rev. Pat Reardon, a Pennsylvania pastor, says, "When people
ask me why God seems so distant, I ask them: How much TV have you been
watching? What thoughts are you allowing into your mind?" We could add:
and how much idle junk food do you allow in your pantry?
5. Big. The
title is clumsy and forbidding, but Fat is a Feminist Issue delivers
a startling insight. Author Susie Orbach writes that many dieters self-sabotage
because they fail to realize that "Compulsive eating is linked to a desire
to get fat...Many women are positively afraid of being thin." This strikes
as howlingly counter-intutitive, but Orbach's research is intriguing. She
has women imagine themselves in a social situation; they are to envision
every detail of dress, posture, whom they talk with, how others react to
them. Orbach has them imagine themselves in the same situation, but immensely
fat; then she has them repeat the exercise, but imagine themselves of ideal
slimness.
In a culture where
slimness equals beauty, women have powerful reasons to want to be thin;
but, surprisingly, when they imagined it they found they didn't enjoy it.
Slimness was associated with being "cold and ungiving," "self-involved,"
burdened with others' expectations, the object of unwanted desire from
men and uncomfortable jealousy from women. The fat self, on the other hand,
was relaxed, free from unwanted sexual attention and the need to compete,
and able to talk comfortably with others.
But, most importantly,
the fat self was bigger. This goes without saying, so it's easy
to miss what saying it implies. One woman put it this way: "The fat in
the situation [was] making me feel like a sergeant major--big and authoritative.
When I go through the fantasy seeing myself thin, what immediately strikes
me is just how fragile and little I feel, almost as though I might disappear
or be blown away."
Men have as many reasons
as women do--maybe more--to want to be bigger. Our attempts at self-control
in eating fail, in part, because part of us really doesn't want to risk
shrinking. We want to be big.
A "Bizarro" cartoon
by Dan Piraro ran in our local newspaper. Piraro showed an enormously fat
man looking into a refrigerator, while a smaller man stood nearby, holding
up a finger of admonition. "You are what you eat," the scolder said. The
fat man replied, "Good. That makes me omnipotent."
One of the crueler
tricks of temptation is that it exacts painful dues while failing to
deliver the promised pleasure. A really clever temptation can impose the
very opposite of what was promised. This is the case with gluttony. If
overeating is about gaining power, the stomach may indeed feel a gratifying,
temporary dominance--but the overeater is more likely to feel ashamed and
out of control. Overeating may be an assertion of power, but the classic
confession is: "I have no will-power." Far from establishing the glutton
as a master, it exposes him as a slave.
This is not a slavery
merely to self; it is worse than that. St. Paul speaks of those "whose
god is the belly" (Phil. 3:19), and St. John Climacus, seventh-century
abbot of the monastery on Mt. Sinai, writes of "that clamorous mistress,
the stomach." Those who succumb to gluttony experience themselves, not
as rulers, but as helpless prey. Prey, indeed, we are; this is not just
a matter of deficient self-control, but of slipping under another's control,
into another's trap. "Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring
lion, seeking someone to devour" (I Peter 5:8). It is in the nature of
evil to consume, and those who feast wantonly become themselves morsels.
C.S. Lewis, in his
beloved The Screwtape Letters, has the senior devil write to his
nephew: "To us a human is primarily food; our aim is the absorption of
its will into ours, the increase of our own area of selfhood at its expense.
But the obedience which the Enemy [God the Father] demands of men is quite
a different thing...We want cattle who can finally become food; He wants
servants who can finally become sons. We want to suck in, He wants to give
out. We are empty and would be filled; He is full and flows over."
When Screwtape's nephew
finally fails in his mission, the senior devil gloats in a fashion that
any glutton would find chilling: "I think they will give you to me now;
or a bit of you. Love you? Why, yes. As dainty a morsel as ever I grew
fat on." This last letter is signed, "Your increasingly and ravenously
affectionate uncle, Screwtape."
"He is full and flows
over," Lewis's devil wrote. The flowing over by which God would fill us
extends from Genesis to Revelation. He does not merely decline to devour
us, he feeds us. Eden was planted with "every tree that is pleasant to
the sight and good for food" (Genesis 2:9); in the New Jerusalem there
is "the tree of life, with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit
each month" (Revelation 22:2). In the Song of Solomon we sing "He brought
me to the banqueting house" (Song of Solomon 2:4) and at the end we hear
"Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb"
(Revelation 19:9). We are invited to ask, "Give us this day our daily bread."
He feeds us; safe in his pasture, we will not become food. The task
is learning to eat the food he gives, in the measure he gives it, for our
whole lives consist in learning what he meant: "I have food to eat of which
you do not know" (John 4:38).
Satan came to Adam
in Paradise; he came to Christ in the desert. He came to two hungry
men and said: eat, for your hunger is proof that you depend entirely on
food, that your life is in food. And Adam believed and ate; but Christ
rejected that temptation and said: man shall not live by bread alone but
by God. By doing this, Christ restored that relationship between food,
life, and God which Adam broke, and which we still break every day. (Fr.
Alexander Schmemann, "On Fasting at Great Lent," St. Vladimir's Seminary,
1969)
"Which we still break
every day." How to restore that relationship? Mastering gluttony is a tricky
task, because you can never be sure you have arrived. With the broader
sins, you can swear off the behavior and know with certainty at the end
of the day that you either kept your promise or did not. The thief does
not wonder whether or not he stole. The person struggling with homosexual
longing either went out and picked up a date, or spent the evening in beseeching
prayer. With some sins, there's not much gray area.
With gluttony it's
almost all gray. You can't simply swear off eating, and learning to eat
aright seems such a slippery, indefinable goal. The standards we concoct
for ourselves seem to mock us. Sallie Tisdale wrote of dieting: "Eating
became cheating. One pretzel was cheating. Two apples instead of one was
cheating--a large potato instead of a small, carrots instead of broccoli...Diets
have failure built in, failure is the definition. Every substitution--even
carrots for broccoli--was a triumph of desire over will...I saw that the
real point of dieting is dieting--to not be done with it, ever" (Harper's
Magazine, March 1993).
Yet overcoming gluttony
must mean getting a handle on our intake of food, and Christians through
the ages have discovered various helps. For example, St. John Climacus,
the seventh-century abbot mentioned above, gave his monks specific, concrete
advice (though he admitted that "As we are about to speak concerning the
stomach, as in everything else, we propose to philosophize against ourselves.
For I wonder if anyone has been liberated from this mistress before settling
in the grave.")
"He who fondles a lion
tames it, but he who coddles the body makes it still wilder," St. John
warned. But he cautioned against excessive discipline, criticizing one
who advised taking only bread and water, "To prescribe this is like saying
to a child: 'Go up the whole ladder in one stride.'" St. John recommended,
rather, varying one's discipline: "Let us for awhile only deny ourselves
fattening foods, then heated foods, and only then what makes our food pleasant.
If possible, give your stomach satisfying and digestible food, so as to
satisfy its insatiable hunger by sufficiency, and so that we may be delivered
from excessive desire."
Learning to eat rightly
usually means, in our modern age, dieting. But dieting can merely be a
substitute of one of the Seven Deadly Sins for another: forsaking Gluttony,
we fall into Vanity. Christians have, from the earliest times, wrestled
with the temptation to misuse food, but the weapon they used wasn't dieting.
It was fasting.
Many Western Christians,
particularly Protestants, think of fasting (if they do at all) as a tool
for intensifying prayer; Richard J. Foster, author of Celebration of
Discipline, says that "The central idea in fasting is the voluntary
denial of an otherwise normal function for the sake of intense spiritual
activity." Narrow-focus fasting like this can powerfully enhance intercession,
repentance, and other spiritual undertakings.
There is a broader
use of the discipline in the history of the church, however: regular, corporate,
extended fasting, as a means of broader spiritual growth. The earliest
existing Christian document outside Scripture is the Didache, or
the Teaching of the Twelve Apostles (dates vary; perhaps as early as 70
AD). The Didache reminds believers that the Jews fast on Tuesday
and Thursday--remember the Publican in the temple: "I fast twice a week"
(Luke 18:12). But it doesn't say, "So avoid that foolishness, because we
don't need it." No, this earliest of church-discipline texts instructs
that Christians should fast as well, but on Wednesdays (the day of Judas's
betrayal) and Fridays (the day of the Crucifixion).
Doesn't this veer uncomfortably
close to salvation by works? Southern Baptist minister Dallas Willard writes
in The Spirit of the Disciplines, "We have simply let our thinking
fall into the grip of a false opposition of grace to 'works' that was caused
by a mistaken association of works with 'merit.'" This confusion means
that we don't know how to live spiritually pure, healthy lives; we don't
know how to harness the power that made Christians of other ages spiritual
giants. "Faith today is treated as something that only should make
us different, not that actually does or can make us different.
In reality we vainly struggle against the evils of this world, waiting
to die and go to heaven."
Willard proposes that
we take seriously the disciplines of the spiritual life: "Disciplines of
Abstinence" (including solitude, silence, fasting, chastity, and sacrifice)
and "Disciplines of Engagement" (like study, worship, service, prayer,
and confession). If we want truly changed and empowered lives, we must
be as self-disciplined, and as constant in our disciplines, as an athlete.
Willard says that it's not enough to be like the boy who, admiring his
baseball hero, imitates the way he holds his bat. The athlete did not win
success by holding the bat a distinctive way, but by living a fully disciplined
life.
Willard is not the
first to use this analogy, of course; St. Paul wrote, "Every athlete exercises
self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath,
but we an imperishable. Well, I do not run aimlessly, I do not box as one
beating the air, but I pommel my body and subdue it, lest after preaching
to others I myself should be disqualified" (I Corinthians 9:24-27).
Fasting is a key, not
only to overcoming gluttony, but to other self-discipline as well. Willard
writes: "Since food has the pervasive place it does in our lives, the effects
of fasting will be diffused throughout our personality. In the midst of
all our needs and wants, we experience the contentment of the child that
has been weaned from its mother's breast (Psalm 131:2)."
This psalm had always
puzzled me; it was only in researching this article that it came clear.
I had seen the contentment of a nursing child, and wondered why the psalmist
didn't use that image. I believe the point is this: the weaned child has
learned to be satisfied with another food. We do not live by bread alone.
While the discipline
of fasting has gone through seasons of use and disuse in the West, Eastern
Christians have maintained it consistently. In fact, from the date of the
Didache to this, Eastern Orthodox Christians still abstain from
meat on Wednesdays and Fridays. In the weeks before Easter, Orthodox heighten
their fasting; for those seven weeks they eat no meat, fish, or dairy products.
It is a rigorous discipline, one eased by the knowledge that millions of
other Orthodox around the world are fasting at the same time. It is not
seen as a way of earning salvation or anything else; the recurrent metaphors
are of "exercise" or "medicine" for the soul.
In the midst of Lent,
I spoke with several Orthodox Christians about the experience of that discipline.
Because several had previously been members of other churches, they were
able to contrast this extended, corporate discipline with individual, one-day
fasting. Among the comments:
"There's definitely
strength in numbers."
"Because it's not just
intensely focused on one day or one prayer need, it can spread through
all your life and change you."
"We all fast together,
just like we all feast together. It wouldn't be fun to feast by yourself."
"The first year I did
this, it was like 'Let's hurry up and get through this and get to Pascha
[Easter], get back to regular eating.' Now its more like a chance to get
back on track, to try to bring the rest of the year up to this mark of
discipline."
One woman had been
Orthodox for all her 86 years. She said, "My mother taught us as little
kids to thank the dear Lord for the opportunity to have this fasting. I
feel like it cleanses my body. I look forward to it every year." In fact,
many Orthodox I talked with agreed: somewhat to their surprise, every year
they look forward to the Lenten fast. An athlete, on arising in the morning,
may look forward to going for a jog.
Is regular, corporate
fasting for only one unfamiliar corner of Christendom? The benefits have
been described and valued by brothers and sisters in the faith for two
thousand years. There's nothing to prevent a congregation, or a Bible Study
group, or even a circle of prayer partners, from attempting such a project.
The discipline could be tailored to particular tastes, or could merge with
the ongoing fast of those around the world who follow the ancient custom
of giving up meat on Wednesday and Fridays. Only by testing can believers
discover whether it bears fruit for them. Taking on fasting means pursuing
self-discipline through some irksome trials, an ability many modern-day
Christians can well afford to learn. But heed St. John's advice: don't
attempt too discouragingly much at once; don't try to go up the whole ladder
in a single step.
The law of the jungle
is "Eat or be eaten." Indulging in gluttony seems like a private vice,
a "cute sin," a matter between only the tempted diner and the eclair. But
undisciplined indulgence in the pleasure of food costs us more than we
dream: coarsens and darkens our minds, ruins our powers of attention and
self-control, of sobriety and vigilance. It hobbles and confuses us. It
makes us prey for another Eater.
The one who bids us
to His marriage supper will not devour us, in fact he promises to feed
us. But there is more; he does not feed us only with the good things he
has made, or even the goodness of supernatural food like manna. He feeds
us his very self. It is this other bread we must learn to eat, not "bread
alone" but the Word of God himself. At the Communion table this becomes,
not just theory, but a true encounter--a feast that binds hungry sinners
together, and links us to the One who alone can feed our souls.
"Your fathers ate manna
in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread which comes down from
heaven, that a man may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread which
came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will life forever;
and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh...Truly,
truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink
his blood, you have no life in you" (John 6:48-51, 53).
"Lord, give us this
bread always!"
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