It’s Monday, and I’m tidying up my office after the busy weekend. My eyes fall across an open Bible, and the words of the shepherd turned prophet Amos look back at me. “The days are coming,” declares the Sovereign Lord, “when I will send a famine through the land—not a famine of food or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.”
And for perhaps the first time, I ponder the tragedy of the heavens clanging shut with a deafening silence. My soul, for a brief moment, tastes the thirst of being parched for the Living Water, I experience the curious emptiness of having no Bread . . . and in that moment a snack becomes a feast, and I savor the fulfilling meat of His Word once again.