Every week, as a mom of teenaged kids, I play the same guessing game. “How much bread do I need to buy?”
With ravenous appetites—and peculiar mood swings about what “sounds good”—I can go from tossing half of one barely consumed, green-infested moldy bag … to running short with three loaves if the mood strikes for turkey sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly.
A plain staple like bread can become more of a variable on the grocery list than fruit, juice or cereal.
How true that can be, too, for our appetite for the Bread of Life.
Sometimes we feast on God’s Word throughout the week…hopefully, serving up meals of spiritual nourishment with our family and friends along the way.
Other times we think our hunger is only satisfied by the exotic sweets of our entertainment desires of the day or distractions of work and family.
His Word—His food for us—can be casually tossed aside like dated items in our pantries.
I certainly have.
That’s why my heart was pierced when I read the March issue of the monthly magazine from the Voice of the Martyrs ministry.
Editor Tom White wrote of a newly converted Christian in Egypt who literally ate his Bible to hide the “evidence” of his insatiable appetite for God’s Word.
The covert Christian, Mozafar, faced more than ridicule for his newfound faith. His family committed him to a mental institution, where he endured shock treatments in hopes authorities could jolt him back to Islam.
But the fulfillment Mozafar found in Scripture only fueled him to crave more, as White recounted in his editor’s message:
“I would go into the bathroom of our home and lock the door,” Mozafar explained. “Then I would take the Scriptures, memorize them, and eat them so that my family would not find them.”
Are we that hungry? Do we take for granted that our freedom to read and study our Bibles will always be secure?
Will it always be secured for our children? Or their children?
God knows those answers… and may call us to stand guard over our freedom to do so.