So I was pleasantly surprised to have some bread today. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I ripped a piece off the loaf and ate it.
This was communion bread.
I don't usually come to communion hungry. It's not that I was hungry per se, I just haven't been enjoying my food very much lately. The newly ordained pastor at the service gave us instructions to take a piece of bread as big as we understand God's grace to be. So I had a fairly good size piece, no little token morsel. It was. so. good.
When I lived in India, I picked up a little Malayalam, the language spoken in Kerala. I remember hearing a phrase at church that translated roughly to "life's bread." Oh! They mean "Bread of Life" from John 6:35. "Life's bread" sounds more casual and common place, and "Bread of Life" is what we say at formal communion. How odd that the wording would have such strong connotations for me.
Today I ate Life's Bread at communion, physical nourishment for my body and my life. I needed it, and Christ fed me.
In other news, I'm still eating the same foods for my other meals. We have a few dollars left in our budget and need to pick up a wider variety of foods tomorrow. All these eggs, cheap meats and beans are giving me heart burn. Can't wait for a salad and some fresh fruit. Oh, and bread.