Here in Buenos Aires the panaderias (local bread shops) are a great treasure. You find them every 5 or 10 blocks scattered throughout city neighborhoods, and each shop has its own personality. The second best part of them is the smell of the fresh bread baking when you go inside. The best part is eating the bread still warm and soft. The pastries and cakes make deciding all the more fun.
When one of my sons was younger he would cry a lot. Especially when he was hungry. So we would tell him, “You’re hungry. Eat please.”
“NO I’M NOT HUNGRY!” he would cry even though he was starving. We would place a plate of his favorite food in front of him, and he would cry and cry but not take one bite. Finally the smell would win him over and he would eat. The crying stopped instantly.
Jesus is the Bread of Life. How many times I cried like my son hungering for this Bread. How many times I tried to nourish myself with other things that were dead.
Living makes us hungry. I went for years and years not eating. Even today I sometimes forget to take of His Word giving me heavenly sustenance. But Christ gives in abundance. This Bread is always there for the taking.
Sometimes all I can muster in my prayers is a simple, “I trust you Jesus.” Just four simple words.
But like that first bite my little boy took from his steaming plate of goodness… it dries up all tears.
“I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.”