John 6:35 Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst.”

I was standing in the grocery line waiting my turn to pay for the fews items I had tightly clutched within my tired arms. I noticed the woman in front of me and her loaf of white bread.

This is my first confession: I silently judged the choice of picking white bread. I then repented my wayward soul to my Heavenly Father asking for forgiveness for my judgement. This is my second confession: I secretly desired to eat said white bread.

I love the delicious, chewy texture of soft white bread. The aroma of its freshly baked goodness possesses the ability to create hunger in the most sated of stomaches. But I know that it isn’t very good for my body. The bread itself lacks the qualities needed to fill my body with life-giving vitamins and minerals, and it does not have the ability to cure my hunger for the long-term.

When I partake of said bread, the deliciousness of its properties soon scatter among my blood cells and the high I was seeking disappears into nothingness. My body itself is left feeling less than lovely.

Though I secretly coveted her bread, I knew it was not worth the emptiness it offered. So, not only did need to repent for my judgement, I was left standing in the silliness of coveting.

And sometimes I do eat the white bread. We all know that it isn’t the best thing for us to consume, and we believe that a little bit here and there won’t affect us. I would not be human if I did not confess my longing for what isn’t good for me.

Sometimes – sometimes – all I want is the white bread.

I needed to stand firm knowing that the choice I had made, the whole grain with the oats and seeds, was the best choice no matter how tempting the lure of nothingness can be. I would find bits of pieces of those oats and seeds lingering in my mouth long after I had finished partaking in its nourishment.

So, yes, I did witness the gospel in action while staring at a loaf of bread. And yes, I did just share my randomness with you. But- in my defence- Jesus Himself liked bread. And fish too.

Father, help me to continue seeking your life-giving nourishment, filling my soul with your presence and my heart with your Word. Help me- your child- feed from your hands in order to cure my spiritual hunger for the long-term.