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.
***
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.
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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.”
