Sometimes in the church, we become so familiar with symbols that we forget what the symbol really is. Bread is one of those symbols that we hear about every week as the sacrament is being blessed and passed. And as I was contemplating this message, my mind swirled with thoughts of bread— literal bread. I thought of those who are gluten-intolerant, and Celiac, and cultures where bread is uncommon… and I wondered… what is the real substance behind bread?
I confess that the message this month did not feel clear to me about the use of the symbol of bread. Clearly Christ is the bread—as recorded by John (John 6:35), “And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.”
And yet… there are days like today, where I still feel alone, weepy, and just, well—spiritually unfilled. My spirit is hungry and thirsty. I know Christ is “the bread of life,” yet through my prayers and study today, I still feel…. Empty. I sense and fear that I am not alone in this feeling. That although we might know what is supposed to fill us, sometimes we still feel unfed. We seek for more.