Jesus taught:

“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat.”

—Matthew 25:35

When I read this, I think of that song about your soul hungering: “Oh my soul hungered, my heart cries out, Please Lord release me, from pain and from doubt.” I can totally relate to spiritual hunger, if not to physical hunger. When I was first diagnosed with depression, I spent hours—literally hours—at a time on my knees praying. It was the only thing I knew to do. My soul was hungering for peace, and I found it. It wasn’t immediate or magical, but it was enduring. I was given the strength to persevere.

There’s other hungering out there. I actually wrote a couple of posts (here and here) about it. They have ideas on how to give food to those in need. Nobody should go hungry in this society of abundance, but they especially shouldn’t during a holiday dedicated to the Savior and giving. I find that giving one item of food every time you go to the grocery store over the year spreads out the cost, much better than one month of guilt-giving (after all, you have to eat all year round. Annoyingly).

Whether you’re helping to feed someone’s belly or soul, do it with happiness knowing that you’re spreading goodness:

Feed the World, Light the World, and Choose Joy.

—A