When my body needs fuel, I experience a sensation I call hunger. When my body is becoming dehydrated, I feel something we call thirst.
And when my soul needs authentic human connection, I experience something — a hunger, a hurt, a passion — which doesn’t really have a name.
Sometimes we call it loneliness, but it’s more than that. It’s an emptiness. It’s emotional. It’s intellectual. It’s spiritual. And it’s physical.
This inner yearning is the force which has allowed the human race to survive for so long. The writer of the Hebrew book of Genesis tells us that God looked at the world he had made and at the man he had made, then said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
Even thousands of years ago, the wise men who wrote such books knew that a man and a woman needed one another. And something inside us won’t leave us alone until we go back to our personal origins — and finally get that right.
In a time of crisis — such as today — I feel this hunger as never before.

I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
News used to be important; now it’s well-dressed entertainment
If you need vacation from spouse, maybe you married wrong person
Self-disclosure of flaws is how I stop myself from deceiving you
If principles of First Amendment still apply, principles of Second do, too
Surprise! Sane foreign policy experts agree with that crazy ol’ Ron Paul