Daily Bread

A simple wafer brings salt to flood my thoughts. In remembrance - of fish and bread in baskets, a woman with a meager coin, of falling provision in the desert; from prayer to sustenance.

Unable to excuse the disobedience, Israel, you gathered more than the imperative. Precious to the fearful eye and the glutton, provision arrived each morning, but just enough. You stored the wealth of miracle bread in lack of trust and faith. My judgment is boastful, yet it ricochets and impacts this greedy heart. I too am storing manna, only to find it rotten and devoured the next morning. I confess: I am wandering in fear, in anxiety, in sin.

In remembrance - of living to every other Friday, nearing the red, in absent view of the next set of numbers. No extra plush to fill foolish desires. I confess: I still long for a storehouse.

In remembrance - of prayer to the Father who art in heaven, give us this day our daily bread. Thankful to not know real weakness or hunger, for a pantry stocked with Campbell's soup, pasta, to M&Ms, fine vinegar and oil, to the absurdity of bottled water.

In remembrance - of the body, the Bread of Life, broken. Sufficient for the day in absolving the fear and worry in trifling under the sun. Sufficient for the day in covering my sins. Broken for us to partake of presence, of substitution, of communion.

Together we lift miniature plastic cups filled to the brim with royal tinted juice. The palate is cleansed and the heart is reminded of daily bread, the Bread of Life.