For years we attended a church where the Breaking of Bread service was the main gathering of the week. Every Sunday, after a time of singing and testimony, communion was celebrated with a loaf of homemade yeast bread. The loaf, broken in half, was passed through the pews. Each participant pinched off a small piece and ate it. Although this was not the custom in the church where I grew up, I felt that it honored the Lord, and I tried to join in most Sundays.
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I was reading in my journal recently and came across this entry, dated January 14, 1998:
“I want to record my Father’s love for me before I forget. Sunday I was so upset I could not eat breakfast or sing in the Breaking of Bread service. The problems and frustrations in my life had peaked and I felt terribly lonely and unloved. As they began to pass the bread, I thought that I would just let it go by because I felt so sad, empty and estranged from everyone.
But as the loaf entered my pew, I remembered that my relationship with God had not changed. I reached out to pinch a small bit, but when I took my hand away, a huge chunk came with: 10 times more than that pinch should have produced.
Now, the simple explanation was that there was a baking “fault-line” in the loaf and as I pulled it gave way, leaving me with a lot more bread than I expected, a lot more than I would have said I deserved.
But in that moment I heard my Lord saying, “I will see that you are fed. You can feed on Me. You are precious to Me.”
Rarely have I ever felt so loved.
Jesus replied to them, “I am the Bread of Life. The one who comes to Me will never be hungry, and the one who believes in Me [as Savior] will never be thirsty [for that one will be sustained spiritually]. John 6:35 Amplified Bible (AMP)
[Jesus said,] Blessed [happy, spiritually secure, and favored by God] are they who did not see [Me] and yet believed [in Me].” John 20:28-30 Amplified Bible (AMP)