The Bread of Life

 When my team mates at work and I get together for a social meeting, the conversation always ends in talks about food.  I sometimes feel left out because eating out has never been my passion.  Sometimes I am tempted to create stories, embellishing weekends in a gustatory marathon.  It never entered my mind that the bread I am partaking at holy communion in my daily mass is a far superior food.

The bread of life is what sustains me.  I will never again feel empty or thirsty in a spiritual sense.  With this bread, I am inviting Jesus into my heart and soul and thus, I will not be alone.  In this life, when loneliness is pervasive, it is a temptation to fill this empty gaiety with the exciting bells and whistles of earthly wiles.

The bread of life fills my life with meaning and purpose.  I am readying myself in the journey, traversing its twists and turns with utter surrender to what God wills.  When I embody the purpose by which I live, I am set free.