Silent
Sabotage

I did not come to these questions only by watching other people suffer. My own body had been asking them for years.

For much of my life, I knew what it was to pray while living in a body that did not seem to be cooperating with the promises I believed. I experienced migraines, digestive problems that continued for years, anemia and nutrient deficiencies, skin conditions, periods of anxiety and depression, memory difficulties, neurological vocal challenges, and symptoms that did not fit neatly into one diagnosis or one explanation. Some conditions could be named. Others seemed to migrate from one system to another, as though my body were trying to communicate something I had not yet learned how to hear.

For a long time, I viewed each physical problem as a separate event. The migraines belonged in one category. The digestive trouble belonged in another. The anemia, inflammation, skin eruptions, fatigue, and emotional strain each seemed to require a different answer. But bodies do not break down according to the departments through which we organize medicine. The body is one living system. When one area is burdened, another often compensates until it can no longer do so.

That realization did not weaken my faith in healing. It deepened it. It taught me that stewardship was not a substitute for faith, but one of the ways faith expressed agreement with the God who designed the body.

What this book asks of you is discernment. It asks you to look at your table — what you eat, how you eat, why you eat, and what eating has done to your body, your soul, and your relationship with God — through the lens of Scripture instead of the world’s culture. What happens at your table is not separate from what happens in your soul. The body God built to carry His presence matters, and the appetite He designed for communion with Him has been hijacked, and that hijacking was never accidental or neutral.

This book is also, in its own way, a call back to covenant. The God who warned His people about deadly cravings in the wilderness is the same God who will break bread with His Bride at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. The story of redemption is written in the language of food from its first page to its last, and this book is an attempt to read that story with your eyes fully open, and to respond to it with your whole self: body, soul, and spirit.

The enemy has never stopped targeting the table, but he’s become more sophisticated about how. For most of human history, the weapons of appetite were fairly simple: the temptation toward excess, the lure of forbidden food, the misuse of abundance, and Scripture addressed all of it directly, in the dietary laws of Leviticus, the warnings of Proverbs, the prophets’ rebuke of Israel’s idolatry, and Paul’s letters to churches that had confused their fellowship dinners with worship. In the twenty-first century, those same weapons got industrialized.

The serpent in Eden didn’t use force. He used framing. He repackaged God’s boundary as limitation and His generosity as withholding, and he made the forbidden look desirable while the permitted looked insufficient. That strategy has never changed. It’s only been scaled.

That’s what this book is really about: not the food, but the sabotage behind it, the strategy beneath it, the spiritual reality that no nutrition label has ever disclosed and no wellness program has ever fully addressed.

You aren’t reading this book by accident. The deception that has operated through your table — through the foods you were never warned about, the cravings you were never equipped to understand, the spiritual connections to appetite that the Church has largely stopped teaching — has had access to you for long enough.

What God is about to do in these pages isn’t primarily informational, because information alone doesn’t break strongholds. What He’s about to do is revelational: the kind of seeing that produces the kind of knowing that produces the kind of freedom that diets and disciplines and accountability groups have never quite been able to sustain. The war was never really about food. It was always about the table, and the table was always about who sits at the head of it.

Come to the right table. It has been set for you.