Is this the fast I have chosen? Is this your affliction of the soul? Is it to droop your head like a bullrush, to grovel in sackcloth and ashes? Is this what you call fasting, a fast that the Lord would accept? Is not this my chosen fast: Loosen all the bonds that bind men unfairly, let the oppressed go free, break every yoke. Share your bread with the hungry, take the homeless into your home. Clothe the naked when you see him, do not turn away from people in need. Then cleansing light shall break forth like the dawn, and your wounds shall soon be healed.
