Do you like bread? I absolutely love homemade bread. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. In fact, it was the reason I gained so much weight during my first pregnancy.
I was teaching second grade at the time and one of the mothers, Brenda Funderburk, baked sourdough bread, which happens to be one of my favorites. Once she learned this, she began to pamper me.
Breanda would regularly show up at my door with a loaf of sourdough bread hot from the oven and on occasions she’d bring a stick of butter to go with it. Every time I saw her, I would immediately declare it snack time in the classroom and while my students pulled out their Little Debbie Cakes or Doritos, I would sit with my bread and butter and eat. I’m convinced that’s why I gained so much weight with my first pregnancy, but I would have to say it was worth every bite.
Yesterday, our church served communion. My husband of twenty-four years TODAY, always teases me, because when I reach in the bowl for a piece of bread I grab the biggest one I can find. I don’t do it because of my love of bread, I do so because of what it represents.
Matthew 26:26 says,
While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.”
If that piece of bread in the bowl is a representation of the body of Christ, then I’m going for a big piece. Why settle for a crumb, a little of Jesus, when He offers us all of Himself?
When I take communion, you can bet I’m going for the biggest piece of bread I can find in the basket, because I want all of Him I can possibly have.
What about you? How much of Jesus are you after today? Will you be willing to settle for a little of Jesus or do you want all you can possibly have? He wants all of you.