Pentecost 11
Innocents gunned down.
For the color of their skin.
Bibles open on the table.
Their families find the power to forgive.
Jesus said, “I am the living bread.”
Years of painful silence broken.
A friend comes out.
Embraced by a church,
Broke open to love and accept. Finally.
Jesus said, “I am the living bread.”
Children perish in their school.
Shattered by tornado winds.
Christ is there.
Weeping.
Building hope with hugs and hammers.
Jesus said, “I am the living bread.”
Malaria kills with a sting.
Clean water cannot be found.
With nets and wells,
God’s people bring life.
Jesus said, “I am the living bread.”
Inside the confinement of prison walls,
A woman pays for her mistakes.
“You are God’s child,”
the deacon proclaims.
Grace and restoration.
Jesus says, “I am the living bread.”
We lay dying.
Our body riddled with cancer.
Faith holds hands with hope.
A family comforted with a promise.
Jesus says, “I am the living bread.”
Hope in the midst of sorrow,
Life in the midst of death.
An empty tomb from a torturous cross.
This is why I keep following:
Jesus says, “I am the living bread.”
Come! Dine with me on Living Bread,
Join me at Christ’s table.
And together we will taste a love more powerful
than all the hate the world can bear.
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