Got BREAD?

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They all ate and were satisfied ... (Matthew 14:20)

Maundy Thursday evening service. Tables set up in the shape of a cross. The BREAD and the cup placed for all to see. Candles lit. A solemn affair of remembering commences.

But right in my line of vision is a two-year-old, gazing at the BREAD. Eyes sparkling. From the nearby candle or the sacred BREAD? "Daddy," she whispers and points. Soon a plate of pre-cut BREAD squares is passed and she accepts her little bit. But even as the service continues, you can hear her plead and ask, "Daddy. More." and she points to the big loaf on display. A whimper. A little whine. She wants more BREAD. The big BREAD. The Great, Big, BREAD. It's been broken. She waits.

Finally the evening has ended and she receives a big hunk of the big loaf. Her face lights up. Her mouth dives in for a big bite. She pinches off bits of crust, examines it, pops it into her mouth. Savors the BREAD. Enjoys her BREAD. Loves her BREAD. Walks around carrying her BREAD close to her heart.

All is well.
All is well.
She has her BREAD.
Her Great... BIG ... BREAD.
Amen.