The gospel of God is the Bread of the Presence, and it reaches down into the deepest, darkest, ugliest recesses of the human spirit, the places polite chit-chat won’t allow, the places watery juice doesn’t open up, the places where crawfish and other creeping things of the swamps live. These are the places in which we run to the altar and find the bread, still warm. Places in which we begin to get full. Where our only food becomes God Himself. .

In this memoir described as “poetic, raw, and achingly beautiful,” Emily T. Wierenga takes readers on a vulnerable literary journey. A former anorexic who nearly starved to death, Emily longed for more—the more she’d glimpsed during her childhood in the Congo, surrounded by vibrant faith. All she had now was dry religion. She craved a Communion that was more than an empty ritual. It would be Emily’s return to Africa that would bring her healing. Unexpectedly, it would be the poorest of the poor who would lead her there. Emily exchanged her deep struggles with food for a growing discovery that the God of inapproachable light “dons an apron and prepares us a banquet.” All who are broken—come to the table. Break bread with Emily, and feast on the God Who Became Bread. You will never go hungry again.