I’ve been reading this book I picked up at the discount table of a library called “My Lord and I”. It’s a daily devotional of mini-essays by Harry Moyle Tippett. I don’t know if it’s the post WWII times he wrote in (it was published in 1948) or the fact that he masterfully encased his insights in the English language before its most recent perversion in modernization that it makes me so happy. In any case, I’d like to blog these daily entries as much as I can. I hope you receive as much grace as I have these past months.
May 8 “Christ the Word” John 6:35
Our Satisfying Portion
I am the bread of life; he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.
The spiritual significance of the banquet on the grassy hillside was lost upon the multitudes who had seen the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand. “Our fathers did eat manna in the desert.” “What sign shewest thou?” To this query, made apparently in self-defense to the charge of the Saviour that they were material-minded, He reminded them that He was the true bread of life, the final answer to every human need, the ultimate satisfaction of every human heart.
No more universal symbol could Christ have used thatn this one of bread. For nearly every nation on earth it is truly the staff of life. It ministers equally to every race and class of people. Infidel, atheist, agnostic, Mohammedan, Buddhist, Christian–all receive alike its sustaining power. Our bones, our tissues, our blood, our bodily organs–all cry out for bread. There are no theological quarrels over its value.
When famine stalks a land, the cry is for bread. When people become hungry, cold, and desperate, great bread riots break out in populous centers. In the exigencies of a nation besieged by war the most familiar sight in the cities is the bread line. What a vital symbol Jesus chose to represent His significance to famished souls.
But how often the material manna of the baker’s loaf obscures the eternal values of life. How often the lusting hearts of men, like those of ancient Israel, spurn the food of angels for the sodden satisfactions of Egypt, symbol of sin’s slavery. Christ was in the celestial manna that nourished Israel in the wilderness. He is the living bread that men must eat today if they would strengthen their spiritual ankles to walk the way of self-sacrificing service He walked in Galilee. He is a satisfying portion that disease will not waste, fire will not consume, death cannot destroy. But bread to feed the hungry soul must be eaten daily. “O taste and see that the Lord is good.” Psalms 34:8.
[side note]: Don’t you just love how good writing gives you chills?