28th June 2011

Bread Of Life

“Give us today our daily bread.”
Matthew 6:11 (NIV) 

The lady preacher said God had shown her this “picture” several times:  A large, motherly woman baking bread, and God speaking to her saying, “I want you to bake bread every day.”  What did it mean? 

After pondering and praying for understanding, it became clear to her that it did not mean to literally bake bread, but to prepare spiritual bread through prayer and Bible study so she can give to others. If nothing is prepared, there is nothing to give.  Matthew 4:4 tells us, “Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” 

Bread is a powerful symbol used in the Bible a number of times.  Manna, ‘bread from heaven’ (John 6:31), was given daily to Israel in the wilderness, and Jesus is likened to the true bread from Heaven—the Bread of Life. Speaking of himself, Jesus in John 6:58 said, “This is the bread that came down from heaven.  Your forefathers ate manna and died, but he who feeds on this bread will live forever.” 

The aroma of freshly baked bread is like the Holy Spirit, that penetrates the consciousness and creates a hunger for the spiritual manna of God’s Word.  The Lord’s Prayer teaches us to ask for our daily bread—let’s partake every day! 

Lord, may we eat of that Bread of Life every day.

Study by Gordon Howlett

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One Response to “28th June 2011”

  1. Faustricia on December 22nd, 2015 11:12 am

    Between ourselves I don’t enjoy livnig at the edge of somebody else’s peripheral Empire. My daily walk is along the seashore with our family dog. Ever changing, I find the space refreshing. Today I wondered how much the place has changed since I was transported here by car a near twenty years ago. I can’t even remember what car it was. I live in a small place. I’d imagined if I were to stay here, I’d slide into insignificance. Settle down and find a partner perhaps.I can’t envisage this happening to me now in this geopolitical space. Then I realized with the advancement of the web a small representative part of me could be a cache for the real me in many far flung places and felt consoled. Then I realized God is everywhere and felt I got a tiny glimpse of eternal perspective while walking on the once magmatic pebbles. I can’t count the ways in which my life is lived on the periphery. Not livnig in England. Not in Cardiff. Not waged. Not a man. Not attending a local church.Entitlement has kept me upright. But the Empire’s not my own.

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