We were made for more. More of God, more of His presence, more of the life that only He can give. But somewhere along the way, the Church got comfortable — domesticated, full, and no longer dangerous.
This Easter, we’re talking about Spiritual Hunger: what it means to want God the way a newborn needs to eat, to pray the way the Syrophoenician woman refused to walk away, and to cry out like Habakkuk — in your anger, remember your mercy.
The tomb is empty. He has done this before. He can do it again.
