The Keeper of Me/ Bread rising

All is grace, putting a face to bewildering times

Symbolism. Bread rising. Bread the “staff of life” Rising. The dough prepared with human hands, pounding the bread to release the yeast so that it can rise. Nourish. Pounding the bread.

Jesus broke the bread. He lifted the bread and gave thanks. He said he was the bread and we should eat of him. They departed ways. Too difficult to accept. Symbolism. Bread rising. Bread the staff of life rising.

I am a romantic thinker. I am a rose colored glasses spinner of threads in a tapestry. Gods tapestry. Woven in holy order within the chaotic threads that I can see. It is the back side of the story. I cannot see the completed image of my life or the times we are living in. I can only remember that one summer while young and deeply afraid I met Jesus. The Bread of life. He offered and I ate. I…

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