Bye. Welcome to the Food for Your Soul podcast, where we apply the Word of God to the hearts of men and women to stoke the fires of your delight in Christ. This season, D. Richard Ferguson reads his Amazon bestselling novel, Escape from Paradise, a layered parable of the Christian life. Stick around at the end to hear the author unfold the biblical basis for today's chapter and how it applies to daily life. Chapter 18. Adam watched the others drift off to sleep. Even Levi appeared comfortable and at peace. But the hard, cold ground pressed Adam, and each position grew more uncomfortable than the last. It proved the longest, most miserable night he had endured since Levi murdered George. He imagined the loathsome little wretch with his hands around George's neck, choking a life out of a good man, one of the best in the city. And for what? So he could rob Adam's house? The thought sickened him. Levi in his home, in his bedroom, helping himself to whatever he wanted, then taking the maps. An ache in his face made him realize his teeth were clenched. His eyes moved from Watson to Kalen, then Abigail. He relaxed his jaw. In a matter of hours, he would know. The banquet, the cottage, the ruler. He would see for himself. Or would he see for himself how all those people died? Neither the little ones nor the friends had given an answer about the mutilated bodies, and both had strange responses when he asked. Perhaps neither side should be trusted. Maybe he should just return to the city and find Roy Steadman and Jacqueline. He could be rich and... Abigail's hand on his forehead startled Adam awake. He has a high fever and his wounds have reopened. Adam squinted his eyes open. I must have finally gone to sleep. As consciousness returned, Adam's whole body burned with pain. Kaylin parked in front of Adam and locked her eyes on his. Is it the gold, Adam? Were you dreaming about the bands? Or the bag of fruit? Something is aggravating these wounds. What are you longing for? Adam's mind raced with arguments for why his desires were perfectly reasonable. And the way everything happened with that downed tree, it was like he was supposed to find the bag of fruit. And why should he have to give an answer to these people anyway? Abigail's tone was soft. You want that fruit, don't you, Adam? Of course I want the fruit. Are you going to tell me you don't? Actually, I do when I think about it. But when I think about real food, the food at the banquet... Enough already about the banquet. I'm sick of hearing about it. If you want to be there so bad, go." He dropped his head. I've had nothing but misery ever since I met you. I'm done. I'm gonna go find that bag so I don't starve to death. And then I'm going home. Abigail gently tended to his newly inflamed wounds. I don't blame you. You're hungry, so you crave the only food you've ever known." She pulled a fresh piece of cloth from her pack and tenderly replaced one of his bandages. Adam could hardly look at the disgusting cloth she was handling, soaked with his blood and pus. He had been harsh, almost hoping for a response in kind that would give him an excuse to give up on this agonizing quest. But Abigail's soft answer robbed him of all excuse. How do you do that? he asked. Do what? I just snapped at you and you're on your knees, tending to my wounds. She shrugged, continuing her work. The ruler sent for you. He wants you to come home." And she raised her eyes and added, And so do I. Adam flinched at yet another pain in his leg. Something sharp stabbed from his pocket. He slid his hand inside, and the object punctured his thumb. He jerked his hand away. But the ache in his leg grew worse, so he reached in again and gingerly took hold of the barbed irritant and pulled it out. The cottage piece Abigail gave him earlier had splintered and become razor sharp. He threw it to the ground. Abigail stood and drew back. Watson stepped forward. No, you must keep it. Whether or not you come with us to the banquet, if you wish to survive your injuries, you must never lose that piece. But it's—don't worry. It may hurt you, but it will never harm you. Adam tried to make sense of Watson's words. It will hurt but not harm? It reminded him of Abigail's story earlier about the painful happiness. He wanted to dismiss the idea as nonsense, but he couldn't. The appeal of escaping empty pleasure still drew him. He flipped the piece over with a stick, looking for the colors he had seen before. He saw none. Why do they come and go, the colors? They don't, Kalen replied. The cottage pieces never change. What changes is your ability to see. When your vision grows dark, that which is glorious appears dull or even ugly. So what makes my vision change? your appetites. Whatever your heart craves most determines how well you see. When you desire fruit, the cottage and the banquet lose their appeal. But the more you desire real food, the more you're strengthened to pursue it. That's why yesterday you had strength to climb all the way up here, but now you only have energy for finding fruit. Adam shifted his weight and groaned. He looked again at the cottage piece. I can't carry that. It'll cut me to pieces. How did it get so splintered? It becomes sharp when it touches your Judas desires, Watson said. Think of a porcupine with its quills lying flat. If you move your hand in the direction they lay, they are soft and pleasant. But if you rub against the grain, you catch the sharp ends. When your desires and your will move in a good direction, the cottage brings strength, comfort, and healing. When your heart moves the other way, the barbs catch you to keep you from slipping farther. Believe me, said Kaelin, we have all felt those barbs. Honestly, it's one of my favorite things about the cottage. As painful as it is, I love it because it makes me feel safe. Once it has a hold on you, the cottage will never let you sleepwalk into destruction. destruction. I've already been there and back." But then again, so had Kalen. She had lost her family too, but she seemed happy. Adam had enjoyed moments of levity, but his joy was so fragile. How do you cope with the loss of your husband and child? The moment Adam uttered the words, he regretted it. I'm sorry, it's none of my... It's okay. I don't mind talking about it. She surprised Adam with a smile. I don't just cope. I'm happier now than I've ever been. When I lost my family, the ruler made me a promise. He said he would give me a hundred times what I lost. You lost your family? What could he give you that would be worth a hundred times more than that? Kaylin lifted a hand toward Abigail and Watson. Do you remember when they risked their lives to save me from the powers? We are closer than any blood relatives, and a hundred more like them crowd the banquet hall." Adam's whole inner man melted within him. How he had longed for just one brother or sister all these years. George had been a good friend, but not a brother. Friends stay together while interests align. Family members belong to one another. All he had imagined family would be, he saw in these friends. Kalen motioned to Watson and Abigail, just look at them. Natural siblings, yet the bond they share as members of the ruler's household is even closer than blood. Natural siblings? Yes, of course! He could see the family resemblance now. His heart raced with renewed hope. Abigail and Watson weren't a couple. They were brother and sister. Abigail's pleading eyes dissolved Adam's defenses. Adam, if you want happiness, then forget about that bag of fruit and come with us to the banquet. Real joy only comes from real food." That is correct," Watson said. There is a kind of pleasure that comes from fruit, unquestionably, but it is happiness killing pleasure. The fruit fills your stomach, but empties your soul. Happiness killing pleasure. The phrase grated against Adam's sensibilities. Yet the more he considered it, the more he realized it described his entire life. He turned the idea over in his mind, allowing the eyes of his heart to adjust to the newly shed light. Do you know the difference between heart and soul?" Watson asked. Never really thought about it, Adam said. Your heart is the part of you that loves and hates. Your soul is the part of you that desires and craves. The seat of appetite. One of the most important disciplines of life is to learn to detect thirst and hunger pangs of your soul. How? Adam asked. When you feel empty, bored, lonely, lost, restless, those are not merely moods, they are the hunger pangs of the soul. And when you are dry, depressed, irritable, discouraged, frustrated, or unhappy, Those feelings are the thirst of your soul. Just as your body is designed to repeatedly become hungry and thirsty to signal your need for food and drink, your soul is designed similarly. Yes, yes. Adam thought of how many of the painful emotions inside him so often had no rational explanation. And all his efforts to feel better had realized only the most superficial and temporary success. But now it made sense. If those feelings were hunger pangs, and he wasn't eating real food, of course he would feel dry and empty. The fruit had indeed filled his stomach, but emptied his soul. So the ruler has food that will satisfy those pangs?" Adam asked with a mix of hope and doubt. Such food seemed too good to be true. Watson answered, Yes, His food is perfect, reviving the soul, giving joy to the heart and light to the eyes. It gives wisdom and insight. It fortifies your inner man and keeps you on the path of purity. It empowers, enlightens, enlivens, enables, and enriches your life. It brings comfort and healing. It is costlier than gold, more desirable than any pleasure, and sweeter than fruit from the orchard." Watson placed a hand on Adam's chest. And that is why he designed your soul to keep drying up. If thirst were not an unpleasant sensation, we would not drink. The same is true for dryness of soul. The discomfort is designed to drive us to the ruler's table. Adam looked down at Watson's hand. He had never given much thought to his soul. As Watson removed his hand, Adam's heart strained to cross the divide. The promise of deep satisfaction of his cravings beckoned him, but each time he began stepping over the threshold of belief, something drew him back. Abigail extended her hand. Please, Adam, just come and give it a try. He studied her hand. What seemed before only gestures of friendship now took on a new meaning. Does she have feelings for me like I have for her? He tried not to read too much into the subtle redness that had emerged in her cheeks. She was a woman who blushed easily. Whatever the cause, he was glad for it because it colorized her already vivid smile. Looking into her eyes, pools of joy and mercy, Adam was sure he had never seen anything as beautiful as what stood before him in this moment. Whatever lay in store, it would be worth it if he could be near Abigail. Adam accepted her hand and rose on wobbly knees. The group set out for the banquet hall. This chapter might be the most important one in the whole Bible study guide, because there's a bunch of questions that have to do with this concept of hunger and thirst of the soul. It has 21 questions. I'll read question number 11. It says, considering the definition of hunger and thirst, which is an unpleasant feeling, I would define it as an unpleasant feeling that drives you to eat or drink. Based on that definition, what sensations would you identify as the thirst of the soul? Scripture talks about the hunger and thirst of the soul. What feelings would indicate that your soul is dry? The answer I put in the leader's guide is the feelings of depression, emptiness, sorrow, boredom, irritability, apathy, restlessness, agitation, and discontent. Those are some examples. Anytime you feel those kind of negative emotions, that's your soul getting thirsty and hungry. Just as your mouth gets dry over and over during the day and you have to keep drinking, so God designed your soul to get dry over and over. So you have to keep seeking out spiritual drink. So the next question is, what is the solution when you have feelings like that, depression or discontent or irritability or whatever? Answer, eating and drinking true spiritual food and drink, fellowship with God. God is the only true food and drink for the soul. And so the only way those feelings can be satisfied and satiated is through nearness to God. The next question is, what negative outcomes can result from failure to interpret hunger and thirst pangs for what they really are? The answer is, when you feel those kind of negative emotions and you don't realize, oh, that's my soul being thirsty for nearness to God, then what you'll naturally do is seek out something else as the water and food of the soul. Television, or YouTube, or the refrigerator, or a vacation, or a friend, or any number of other things. and it becomes a downward spiral because the more you try to satisfy your spiritual hunger and thirst and fail, the more miserable you become and the more you seek out other remedies. Over and over and over in Scripture, God compares himself to food and drink. He calls himself a spring of living water and the bread of life, compares himself to wine and milk and fatty foods and a banquet and all kinds of food and drink analogies. God does that because what the presence of God does to the human soul is so similar to what food and drink do to the body. God's presence satisfies our cravings, provides spiritual energy, vigor, health, pleasure, all the things that food and drink do for the body, God's presence does for the soul. So the goal today will be to try to be alert to hunger and thirst pangs. An infant will start crying when he's hungry or thirsty, and he has no idea why. All he knows is he doesn't feel good, but he has no idea that the solution would be food or drink, because he hasn't made those connections yet in his brain. We're the same way very often with spiritual things. We get agitated, we get bored, we get depressed, we get whatever, and we don't realize, oh, I don't feel good. Oh, the solution would be spiritual food and drink. We don't put that together. We don't interpret thirst as thirst. So try to do that today. Be on the lookout for any kind of negative emotions you have, any kind of feelings in that list. And when you feel them, train your soul. Oh, that's what thirst for God feels like. This isn't thirst for recreation or friends or this or that. This is thirst for God, and train your soul to interpret thirst for what it really is. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with you, Lord? My tears have been my food day and night. O Lord, teach me to interpret those tears as desperate thirst for you. Teach me to interpret irritability as thirst for you. Emptiness. Boredom. Discontent. Discouragement. Apathy. No doubt I'll experience some kind of negative emotions today, Father. When it happens, help me see it for what it really is. So feelings like that begin to drive me to you in the same way a dry mouth drives me to water. When I delight myself in you, you satisfy my desires with good things. You are my Lord. Apart from you, I have no good thing. You have assigned me my portion and my cup. You have made my lot secure. Surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise you who counsels me. Even at night, my heart instructs me. I have set you always before me because you are at my right hand. I will not be shaken. Therefore, my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices. My body also will rest secure because you will not abandon me to the grave. You have made known to me the path of life. You will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. You are my shepherd, so I lack nothing. I need to do your will. You make me lie down in green pastures. You lead me beside quiet waters. You restore my soul. You guide me in paths of righteousness for your name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, no harm, no trouble. I will fear nothing, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. My soul finds rest in you alone. You alone are my rock and my salvation. You are my fortress. I will never be shaken. My honor depends on you, Lord. You are my mighty rock, my refuge. I trust in you at all times and pour out my heart to you. You are my paradise, my garden of Eden. Thanks for listening! To get your copy of The Study Guide, just go to drichardferguson.com. This podcast and hundreds of other resources are free to everyone because of the generosity of those of you who support this ministry. If you would like to help with a tax-deductible gift, our Venmo is at Food4YourSoul. Be careful, it's not Food4TheSoul, it's Food4YourSoul. Until next time, may the Lord make his face shine upon you and give you peace.