(I'm a sunrise junkie), I work on a second cup of the Elixir while doing my morning thing.
I like to read the My Utmost for His Highest website (utmost.org). There's a read-thru-the-year thing at the bottom that flings you over to biblegateway.com for an Old Testament and a New Testament passage.
The New Testament thing hit me right between my coffee cup and my eyes. It's in Mark 8.
Ouch.
That hurts.
He has just feed 4,000+ folks with 7 loaves of bread.
And the disturbing question is -
What do I think that bread tasted like?
What taste and texture do you have in your mouth right now as you think about it?
Yeah.
Me, too.
Almost the crouton stuff.
Dry. Like the stuff you save to make the Thanksgiving dressing.
One step up from melba toast - those shingles that are happily gummed by slobbering, toothless toddlers.
I might have that wrong.
Very wrong.
The Maker of the Universe blesses bread and then breaks it . . .
to pass out junk.
I'm not seein' it. Now.
Now I visualize a nice kosher rye.
Warm. Soft. With a perfect crust.
And an incredible aroma that has stomachs growling in anticipation.
Huh.
Why do I expect God's provision to be barely enough?
Just a micron about lousy.
My meager portion of tolerable.
Why do I do that?
At the feeding of the 5,000, they were gonna make Him king. Why?
Because He feed 'em melba toast and dried-out sardines?
I don't think so.
Not from Him of the "pressed down, shaken together, u-can't-hold-it-all" mentality.
Yeah.
And it is incredilby delicious.