Mine is the generation whose women, mothers included, joined the work force. My sons will never connect the appetizing aroma of bread baking to their mother’s kitchen. If they remember that fragrance it will be because of Aunt Dorothy’s dinner rolls or early morning drives across town as they neared the Rainbow Bakery.
However, they have never experienced a time when they did not have bread to eat even though they may have chosen donuts or pizza instead. Few in America realize that bread is the “staff of life.” It is the food staple that has given life to the hungry. Perhaps that is one reason Jesus called himself the “bread of life” and invited all who would partake of his flesh to do so and live forever. John 6:50-51, “But here is the bread that comes down from heaven, which a man may eat and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever…”
“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.” (Psalm 34:8) ……………..
This re-post is the first blog I published (June, ’14). I have much more confidence pushing the publish button this year! Also I have learned to add image this year. Haven’t changed the truth that is in the post, however. Jesus is still the “bread” that sustains me and provides the “sweet aroma” to my life.