I skipped along the streets of London, noting the bakeries.
I wasn’t actually hungry.
I had my phone out, camera on, ready to capture the loaves of bread tucked in shop windows.
I was doing a little “research”—I’m in the midst of illustrating a children’s book, and it’s set at a bakery. But I wanted to experience it real life, first.
Of course—it wasn’t long before I was actually hungry.
What I love about Jesus is that He always used the language of the people.
To small-town farmers, He spoke of flowers and wheat. To mothers and families, He told stories of lost sons and lost coins. And bread, always bread.
Why such ordinary objects?
I think He likes to remind us that He’s in the everyday. Not far off, but close.
Jesus called Himself the “bread of life”—bread, the most ordinary satisfaction.
That afternoon in London, I stopped right across the bridge from Big Ben.
After navigating the winding city streets, I was hungry. I’d passed dozens of food options—I had choice overload. But that’s when I remembered what I’d packed in my bag.
I pulled out a baguette with ham and cheese. Bread, the most ordinary satisfaction.
So I stood there on the edge of the Thames River, staring at one of the most famous landmarks in the world—just eating a baguette.
And I was utterly happy.
Today, it’s my prayer that you will find Jesus in those everyday moments, like eating a baguette—yet also expect those staring-at-famous-landmark moments, too.
Because He’s not just the bread, but the bread of life.
and “whoever comes to me won’t go hungry.”