There is nothing like fresh, home-made bread, fragrant from the oven, with a dab of butter melting on it. Day- old, bread just isn’t the same.
When the children of Israel were hungry in the wilderness, God sent them manna, fresh every morning, except their rest day. He gave them double the day before, as not to disturb their day of rest. When they tried to preserve it, not only did it stink, but the worms got to it.
It was a memory deep in the Jewish heritage. They brought it up to Jesus when he spoke to them about a food that doesn’t perish but instead, endures to everlasting life. He reminded them that manna wasn’t bread from heaven, because the people that ate it, all died. There was a true bread from heaven. It was of God and it comes from heaven to give life to the world.
“Lord, give us this bread always.” they said.
It was at that point that he made the declaration:
“I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst.”
He further declares:
“I am the bread of life.”
and further still:
“I am the living bread, which comes down from heaven………….
He who feeds on Me will live because of Me.”
Today I want fresh bread, to take in a fresh experience of Jesus, not yesterdays’ truth. Today needs fresh bread, a fresh touch, a fresh infilling, of the bread of life.
“Give us this day our daily bread.”
