Bread, warm, crusty, nourishing...the staff of life. So much is evoked by this word, and the reality it stands in for. Very few homes with the means to buy it are without it. It is the foundation or compliment of nearly every meal.
"This is my body, broken for you." The loaf is raised, the matzo is broken, and we take in again the reality of Jesus as our Bread of Life. He paid the ultimate price so we could have, without price, His sustaining nourishment for our starving souls.
If starving and offered bread, we would take it. If we had bread, and someone stood before us, ravenous, we would share it.
"This is Christ's body, broken for you." Take it, share it along with all His people. There is never a lack. It keeps being broken and shared out until all are more than satisfied.
"Come, for all has been made ready." You are welcome at this feast. There is a place for you at the table named Whosoever Will.
Yet, the Bread is unopened, unbroken, uneaten, unshared...
The very Words of Life lay neglected or despised.
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