Look what’s on the ledge at the front of our house. It’s not trash. It hasn’t been thrown on the ground. It is expected that it will be reused, eaten. It is bread. Left behind for someone who is hungry or someone that will collect it in a bag to feed chickens, bread is precious here. If we have any bread left over from a meal, we don’t throw it in with the other food scraps, but we place it in a separate bag to put by the trash bin. Bread is special. Bread gives life.
Their cherishing of bread reminds me of the manna that God provided to the Israelites, it was their sustenance, His daily provision for them. Now with Easter right around the bend I remember Jesus’s words,
“I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever.”
These morsels of bread saved and left behind on ledges are great reminders to me that though we need physical food, we still hunger again in a few hours. Jesus is the bread that satisfies our souls, that lifts our countenances. May we rejoice in Him anew this Easter. Happy Easter!