Saturday was bread day, Lord. I spent the afternoon making Banana Bread and Zucchini Bread for Christmas gifts. Gifts to fill the stomachs and warm the hearts of people we love. It used to be that J. hated for me to make "bread gifts" in the kitchen. He always had to wait until all the gifts were delivered to get leftovers. Then, one year way back when, I decided to always make an extra loaf to keep at home for him. After all, he deserves a gift made with my own hands and wrapped up in love, too.
Across the globe bread is a food common to almost all cultures, Lord. Flat, risen, round, loafed, long, short, muffined, baked, fried, even boiled. Bread satisfies hunger in most every culture.
Whether it's called bread, pan, pat, panis, pain, brot, hleb, or roti, it gives and sustains life to people of every description.
Lord, I am grateful that You became broken bread that we might have eternal life.
It was no accident that Jesus said, "I am the bread of life: he that comes to Me shall never hunger; and he that believes on Me shall never thirst." (John 6:35)
Bread. A concept that most every person in every nation, every tribe, every language can understand.