There’s nothing like the smell of fresh bread baking. The smell is intoxicating, but also comforting. When you get a whiff, it’s hard not to stop in your tracks-even if it’s just for a moment-to pause and inhale the aroma. With that breath, it feels as if the bread enters your body and settles into the belly to remember. Remember times when bread was broken and shared: mom, dad, brother, sister, husband, wife, partner, friend-the people you shared this bread with; your childhood home, the home you created with your family, the local restaurant or caf you went to, the care facility or student housing you lived in-the places in which you shared this bread. I think of the power this smell has. The power simple bread can bring to a person.
Jesus says, “I am the bread of life.” How much more fragrant, intoxicating and life-giving Jesus promises to be for us. In worship we pause, and we get more than just a whiff of this life-giving bread. Jesus is broken, remembered and lived out. Our bellies are filled, and we are sent out. Lord, may we extend the Bread of Life to others.
O God of life and strength, fill us with your bread of life. When we are hungry and empty, may we turn to you who endures forever. In our busyness and forgetfulness, help us to pause and remember the works you are performing. Amen. — MP