All consuming. Jesus broke bread with His disciples and said, “Do this and remember Me.” It wasn’t much earlier that Jesus, in teaching on prayer, said, “Give us this day, our daily bread.”
And so I ponder these words and the meaning of a last supper comprised of broken bread.
Perhaps the pondering is derived from a meal I’m about to eat – a last meal of sorts.
We set out to do something miraculous – plant a Church in a very messy city. But God seemed to hedge us out of our own dream. We left the City we loved, leaving me to wonder – in the midst of this grandeur destination, had I failed to ask for my daily bread. Did my vision for something wonderful on the horizon, cloud my view of the Wonderful that is ever present.
As I pack boxes with finality, I consider the bread broken over the deep fellowship of 12 lives lived alongside the greatest Dream ever fulfilled. His words didn’t echo a feast that would last for years or even a pantry of preservatives to be saved for a distant future. No – His request was for something daily; a living provision that sustains for a single day.
I contemplate the crumbs that I tirelessly swept up as (mess). How often am I looking for a feast while sweeping up the life-giving sustenance that I allowed to crumble all over my floor?
We go through life in search of a destination, and that destination is sometimes disguised by titles like “God’s Work,” but the reality is – Jesus chose Mary’s intimacy over Martha’s scurrying. He regarded the moment instead of the matter.
Jesus, He is the destination. Jesus is the moment; He’s the daily bread. The journey begins and ends with Him. Our lives are to give preference to the walking alongside Him, instead of us chasing after some “thing,” in honor of His name.
And sure, the dreams materialize and He gets the glory – but not if we leave behind a trace of bread crumbs. There is no glory left for Him if we do not consume Him in entirety each and every day.
The church and the ministry, the home and husband, the job and the generous tithing – it means very little to a God so immense that He holds the world together and so charitable that He stoops to feed the sparrow.
We are creatures of the future. The future savings account, the future job, the future family, the future ministry, the future friends. We miss today because we are worried by the tomorrows. Yet the Man of Todays never requested that we ask for tomorrow’s portion, but a meal that would feed us for a single day. This is what keeps us trusting – coming back for more – a single day’s allotment. This is what keeps us in relationship with the Great Provider.
The savings account empties when we are consumed by daily living. The pulpit hushes when we cry out for a daily taste of His goodness. The family’s pressing need of building a future generation takes a knee when we eat freely of just one day’s portion.
My eyes scan the city that left me broken, emptied out. And I see all the places where I left bread crumbs – my daily portion discarded like trash.
“Do this in remembrance of Me.”
Break the bread. Eat your portion. Daily.
This is the destination. A daily walk in intimacy with the One Who broke His body and became our Daily Bread.
By Camryn Zamora, The Modern 31 Woman