Pentecost 10B, August 2, 2015
There once was a man who
begged on the sidewalk outside of a fancy building downtown. Every morning, he
watched well-dressed professionals disappear inside the revolving doors and
reappear in the evening. One afternoon, as he took a break to walk around the
building, he noticed workers unloading tray after tray of delicious hors
d’oeuvres and platters of canapés from a catering van at the loading dock. That
night, the man hatched a plan.
The bread of heaven is
surprising. It’s life-giving and more satisfying than we can imagine, and it
sometimes doesn’t even look like bread.
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Picture by Andy Morrison of the Toledo Blade |
Before the official start of
the National Youth Gathering, John Townsend and I took the youth to Salem
Lutheran Church, my internship congregation, which is in the heart of Toledo’s
inner city. People live difficult lives there- poverty and addiction are common,
and hunger- physical, emotional, and spiritual- are a normal part of life. For
more than 20 years, the church has been hosting a weekly food pantry and a
weekly evening meal, all for free. A lot of neighbors show up. We met one guy
who has been helping in the kitchen.
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Salem Lutheran, a beacon of hope |
He first started coming to
the church for the food on Tuesday nights. But when his wife got sick, the
pastor visited them at the hospital, prayed with them, and then did his wife’s
funeral. When his grief was heavy and he wanted to numb the pain with drugs, the
pastor helped him find a new way in life. When he felt alone, the church
gathered around him and supported him. When he felt lonely and unloved, he
heard of the love of God for him and everyone. He came for the food, but he
stayed for so much more. Mr. Tony found the bread of heaven hidden amongst the
loaves of bread handed out at the free evening meal.
We find the bread of life in
surprising places- wherever there is grace, wherever there is surprising
forgiveness or reconciliation. It might come when your spouse says, “I forgive
you” or it might come when your kid invites you to play video games. The bread
of life might come in a bag of produce left on your doorstep or it might arrive
as an email from a long-lost friend.
The bread of heaven is surprising,
it’s unexpected, it’s sometimes hard to recognize at first. Like the Israelites who received the manna,
we might first wonder, “what is it?” But God knows what we are hungry for, and
as Psalm 145 says, “God, you open your hand in due season and satisfy the needs
of every living being.” So, even if we
came first for the food, may we see and recognize the bread of heaven that
comes to us, and may God satisfy our every hunger. Amen.
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