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SERMONS
The
Ninth Sunday After Pentecost
August 10, 2003
I have
never met a bread I didn't like. I really savor them all: the flat
breads of the middle east; the spongy bread of Ethiopia; the crisp
loaves of Greece; light French baguettes and croissants; dense Irish
brown bread; pungent San Francisco sourdough; buttery Southern corn
bread and biscuits; the wonderful breads Pat Dahduh and his staff
bake here for a Day in the Country each year. I even enjoy taking
a slice of Wonder bread, wadding it up into a ball and popping it
in my mouth. I love them every one.
Bread,
in one form or another is found in cultures throughout the world.
It is one of the basic foods; for many peoples, it is their principal
food. It is the stuff of life.
Sometimes
in John's gospel, when Jesus talks about himself it can be difficult
to understand just what he means. But not today. In today's gospel
Jesus compares himself to bread. "I am the bread of life that has
come down from heaven," he says. This we can understand.
I suspect
we have all been hungry at one time or another. We know what it
feels like to have that gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach.
And we know how welcome bread can be; how it satisfies; how it restores
life.
But
there is another kind of hunger, a hunger not just for food. There
is hunger of the soul. I suspect that most of us have experienced
it at times also. This is the hunger that Jesus is speaking of here.
Just as the body can die for lack of physical sustenance, so the
soul can die for lack of soul food-a wasting away of joy and interest
in life, a slow drying up of the very heart.
Maybe
you came here today because you are hungry.
Sometimes
we think of Jesus as King enthroned in heaven. Sometimes we think
of Jesus as a great teacher or worker of miracles. Sometimes we
think of Jesus as a sacrifice hanging on a cross.
Today
Jesus calls us to think of him as something less dramatic, something
less striking. Today Jesus calls us to think of him as bread. Simple,
ordinary, unexciting bread. You take it in a bite at a time. It's
not dramatic, but it is life-giving. Slowly and steadily it nourishes
and strengthens. It satisfies our hunger as nothing else can.
I was
in a conversation recently with a diverse group of people. When
one of the men mentioned that he never missed a Sunday in church
he was asked why it was so important for him. He thought a moment
and then replied, "By the end of the week I am absolutely drained.
I go to church on Sunday so that I can be fed. Without that nourishment
I don't know if I could make it through the week.
The
focal point here in our church is the altar. Every week we gather
around this holy table. And every week Christ feeds us with holy
food, with the bread of life. this bread-this food-is God's gift
to us. And in today's gospel we have Jesus' promise that neither
that food nor the one who feeds us will fail.
Take
time to come to the table-time to eat of the bread of life. Let
it become a part of your life. It is not dramatic, any more than
a meal around the family table is dramatic. But it is life giving.
"I
am the living bread that came down from heaven," Jesus says. "Whoever
eats of this bread will live forever."
The
table is set.
The
invitation has gone out.
Come
and eat.
David
Christian
The Chapel of the Cross
Madison, Mississippi
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