How tempting is the corner bakery, Lord:
long, slender baguettes, puffy muffins,
chewy bagels and flaky, curled croissants…
The warm, wafting scent of freshly baked
dough fills our nostrils and draws us
irresistibly to the shop. And why not?
Do we not pray ‘Give us this day our
daily bread?’ But it is this question of
daily that gives us pause, for our hearts
yearn for something lasting. How earnestly
we await Your birth in Bethlehem. Like the
Israelites wandering in the wilderness,
we long for manna, bread from heaven
that satisfies our souls. We heartily crave
the bread that endures not for just a day,
but for all eternity. Lord, Your word is
the true bread, the bread that fills and lasts.
Give us Your own true bread, we pray,
so that we can satisfy this soul hunger
no bakery can ever satiate. Our hunger
is an aching emptiness no baked bread
can assuage, a restless, gnawing longing
beyond our ability to name or placate.
Lord, You told Your followers, ‘the bread
of God is that which comes down from heaven
and gives life to the world.’ You said also,
‘I am the bread of life.’ Please Lord, give us
this true bread always, the bread of Yourself.
For if we have You, we know that our gnawing
soul hunger will leave us, and we can spend
our days nourished by Your spirit and
strengthened for Your service.
Copyright © by Peggy Eastman, 2018