Read: 1 Corinthians 11:23-26
The Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it, and said, “This is my body, which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” (vv. 23-24)
My son phoned. He said he’d visited a bakery, on his way home from work, to pick up a loaf of bread for dinner. “They must have just baked a batch of cinnamon rolls,” he said, “because the moment I entered the store I smelled them, and instantly I was a little boy again, and Mom was baking cinnamon rolls, and she’d drizzle on the icing. Somehow, the smell of cinnamon rolls always makes me feel loved.” What food makes you feel loved?
Food and memories have a way of getting all tangled up together, don’t they? Grandma’s home-baked cookies, Thanksgiving dinner, picnic baskets in the park, hot dogs at the stadium—food has a way of triggering memories.
It’s remarkable, when you stop and think about it, how so many Bible stories revolve around food. The bread-like manna that sustained the children of Israel in the wilderness. The Passover meal in Egypt. Jesus dining at the home of Simon the Pharisee. The fatted calf banquet prepared for the prodigal son. Jesus feeding the five thousand. The risen Christ and his disciples having a breakfast of bread and fish on the beach. And of course, there was this meal: “The Lord Jesus, the same night in which he was betrayed took bread . . .” Whenever I partake of the Lord’s Supper, it always makes me feel loved. —Lou Lotz
As you pray, give thanks for God’s love.