I just gained a testimony of fasting. But it happened backwards. My mom always told me about how fasting made her feel a sort of mental and spiritual clarity, that it amplified her ability to tackle important ideas and challenges. To me it always seemed like going hungry, book-ended with prayer, and accompanied by a donation slip. Except for those first Sundays when I remembered not to eat, but forgot to pray. Then it was just going hungry. And sometimes, having forgotten to pray, I would throw my hands up, declare a “failed fast,” and write my check for fast offerings, resolving to do better next time. I’m a foodie.…