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“Breaking bread” has
become an almost universal idiom for a meal, but usually a meal where those
eating are sharing one another’s company as well as food. The two men that unknowingly accompanied
Jesus to Emmaus on Easter evening recognized who he was only once he had
broken bread with them, symbolic here of the celebration of communion. Bread, in one form or
shape or taste, is found everywhere.
In various hip languages, bread is also money. The cover of my new desk calendar shows
rows of freshly baked bread on the shelves of an old bakery. Inside all the months and years of a
calendar book, there are several recipes for different kinds of bread by denominational
executives - Christmas Stollen, Hawaiian Bread, Mrs. Thomas’ Rolls and
Chocolate Chip Walnut Bread. Despite
the ink on these pages, you can almost smell the unsurpassable aroma of
freshly baked bread. Even a blog by Barbara
Cawthorne Crafton in The Christian Century magazine discussing the
Lectionary readings from John 6, includes a recipe for bread - “Feather-light No-knead Dinner Rolls” for today’s
reading. Well, I just eat bread; can’t
say I have ever made a loaf, though the day is drawing nigh when I might
try. It isn’t part of the Beatitudes -
but it should be - Blessed be the bread-makers, for they enable us all to be
nourished and nurtured at the same time.
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