A Magic Loaf of
Bread
When you were four
years old, I had a dream about you.
In the dream you
had found a loaf of bread.
You worried for
the poor of the world, and you decided to
feed everyone from
your loaf. From one loaf of bread?
Yes. It was a
magic loaf. And it was a dream.
Story by Jumana Emil Abboud, a Palestinian-Canadian artist and collector of folk tales, in the book Bread for the Living, Bread for the Dead, edited by Alexander Strecker
I grew up across the street from an elementary school. Before I was in kindergarten, I had a lemonade stand at the corner for all the older kids on the way to school. I kept going into the kitchen to get more lemonade. My mother said, “You must be making a lot of money!” I replied, “Money? I’m giving it away to all my friends!”
You may have noticed, from one end of the Bible to the other, the story is often about bread. When Father Abraham is in the middle of almost nowhere, the mysterious King of Salem, that is the King of Peace, arrives with bread and wine, which they share. Then the king blesses Abraham, and off Melchizedek, Hebrew for King of Righteousness, goes never to be seen again. Except in the curious New Testament treatise called Hebrews which states categorically that Christ is a priest “after the order of Melchizedek”: Christ, the King of Peace, Christ the King of Righteousness.
There is the manna in the wilderness, after the Great Escape from Pharaoh’s Egypt. It appears every morning. Everyone gets enough. No one gets too much, for if you try to hoard it, it sours and becomes infested with worms. Utterly unlike life in Egypt where the bread supply was controlled by the empire, this manna, this bread of life, is freely given by YHWH, the God of the Passover-Exodus journey to freedom.
The prophet Isaiah remembers this as he poses the question: Why do you work 24/7 like slaves again for this new Empire’s bread which will never satisfy? Why don’t you return to the Lord’s bread, milk, and wine that is given freely, without price? The bread that has sustained God’s people, our people, for millennia? “Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food. Incline your ear, and come to me; listen, so that you may live,” says the Lord.
Several hundred years later there is Jesus. The Christ. God’s anointed. God’s beloved. Who comes to dwell among us, as one of us, with a dream. Not just any dream, but the Dream of God. He calls it a new kind of kingdom – the Kingdom of God, or the Kingdom of Heaven. He says it is here. It has been here all along. Yet, we allow ourselves to become tenured ways of the Empire such that we no longer see that it is right here, at hand, here and now, available to those who share in God’s dream – a dream in which everyone gets enough, no one gets too much, or it begins to sour and spoil. The Empire’s bread will never satisfy nor sustain us. Jesus says, Follow me. Remember the challenge of Isaiah: Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy? I am the true bread that comes down from heaven, from the hand of God my Father.
Matthew chapter 14 confronts the reader with two very different meals: Herod Antipas’s birthday and Jesus feeding a multitude of hungry, sick, and disabled people. Herod’s party devolves into a brutal act of revenge with the beheading of John the Baptizer who disapproved of Herod having made off with his brother’s wife, Herodias, amid a context of the Empire’s plenty with copious amounts of food and drink, more than the assembled party-goers could ever possibly consume.
In the
other corner, wearing the white trunks, one finds Jesus who has heard of John’s
demise and seeks to get away from the brutality of the empire. A crowd of thousands
seem to know where he is going, and get there first on foot. He sees them, and
has compassion for them. He gets out of
his boat and immediately begins to heal and cure the sick and disabled. The
disciples come to him and say, “This is a deserted place, and the hour is now
late; send the crowds away so that they may go into the villages and buy food
for themselves.” Jesus said to them, “They need not go away; you give them
something to eat.” This is the point really. This is what disciples and followers
of Jesus are meant to do. They whine. “But we only have five loaves an two
fish!” Bring it to me. Jesus takes the loaves, blesses the loaves, breaks the
loaves and gives them to the disciples to give to the more than 5,000 people –
if you count the women and children. Which we always should.
“And all ate and were filled; and they took up what was left over of the broken pieces, twelve baskets full.” Everyone is satisfied, just as Isaiah had said. There are plenty of leftovers for others to be fed. We find it difficult to understand such a story. I suspect you may have noticed that we act out this very story every Sunday, at this table which is open to all who are hungry, all who are in need of healing, those who seek the true bread of life. We take, bless, and break the bread, and give it away, “without money, without price.” Week after week after week.
The
kingdom living, in which we are invited to live here and now, is not about
“every man, woman, and child for themselves.” Jesus tells us that his Father
imagines that people who are made in God’s image are to operate as a mutual aid
society. Those who follow Jesus are to find ways to meet the needs of others,
especially those who are sick, disabled, and otherwise living at the margins of
society. Disciples, or followers, always means us. We also know he feels the
same way about healthcare. At one end of the Sea of Galilee are hot springs,
spas, where people came from all over the ancient world and paid large amounts
of money to experience the healing waters of the hot springs. And there is
Jesus, on the banks of Galilee, just giving away food and healing people of all
kinds of dis-ease. For free. No wonder he was locked up. He was bad for business,
and bad for the local economy. The early church never forgot these moments, witness
that it is one story repeated in all four gospels. The meal the church chose to
share recalls this story. It is the memory of this story that explains that we
read in the Book of the Acts of the Apostles that the church grew by the
thousands every day! It was a mutual aid society, utterly unlike life in the
empire.
When you were born, God had a dream about you.
In the dream you had found a loaf of bread.
You worried for the poor of the world, and you
decided to
feed everyone from your loaf. From one loaf of
bread?
Yes. It was a magic loaf. And it wasn’t a dream.
God’s dream came alive in you as it did for Jesus.
And the world has never been the same.