“Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty.” – James 5:4

I’d like to confess a crime

I have a body, and my body needs food to survive, and to survive I must work, but to work I must survive, and so I am at work and I am hungry and I cannot leave and there is food in the fridge here anyway, so I take it and eat it and my body survives so that my body can work and keep surviving. 

But there was a sign on the food in the fridge that said Do Not Take. It did not say This Is Amy’s or Saving For Later. Cold cuts from an already over meeting that could’ve been an email, sweaty and wilted cheddar next to slimy sliced ham. I took two slices of each, for a classic Ham & Cheese on Hand sandwich.

You caught me satisfying a biological necessity in a body I did not consent to control so that I could keep working while following as many of your rules as I could and now I have a professional improvement plan. Now I am a thief, only because we start from Thou Shall Not Steal and work backwards, building a world around rules, instead of rules around the world. If instead we start from the hunger          

                                              
If we decide to start from the hunger, how can anyone be called thief?