Let’s change our food system first by ridding ourselves of the word system. Food is a sacred gift; it should not be saddled with the language of industrialization. A system is impossible to love, even one that’s organic or local. I have no alternative labels. I do have stories. As a writer, I tell stories of farmers and communities who recognize that the act of eating implies moral and ecological limits. From a church-supported community garden planting peace among neighbors, to Trappist monks growing oyster mushrooms for the glory of God, to a Kansas geneticist whose perennial wheat will one day revolutionize agriculture, I tell the stories of those whose work resists labels but whose lives embody a more holistic way to eat and live. I seek stories that provide glimpses of what the biblical writers called shalom, that graced state of being that results from a right relationship between land and people, made whole through food.