Hunger Pains
The Tree
In the beginning, God gave Adam and Eve full access to life: “You may freely eat of every tree…” Except one. The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
And yet, that’s the one they reached for.
Not because they were lacking— but because a voice whispered, “You’re missing something.” “Did God really say…?”
Desire was twisted that day. And ever since, the human story has been a story of hunger misdirected.
The Call
We are still being pulled by that same tension: hunger… met by competing voices. Wisdom calls out in the streets. So does Folly. One invites us to wholeness, truth, and life. The other offers what’s fast, what feels good, what numbs.
Desire isn’t wrong. It’s holy. But it’s also shapeable.
And what we feed on— whether it’s ego, escape, lust, or distraction— trains our appetite. We become what we consume.
The Table
Into this chaos, Jesus doesn’t just speak. He offers Himself.
Not another philosophy. Not another self-help plan. But a table. A body broken. Blood poured out.
“This is My body. This is My blood. Take and eat.”
He knows we’re starving. And He doesn’t shame the hunger. He answers it.
The cross becomes a feast for the soul— a place where hunger meets healing. Not cheap sugar, but real substance.
So the question isn’t Are you hungry? You are.
The question is: Whose table are you sitting at? And what is it making you crave?