Unleavened Bread

There is so much beauty in the image of God’s people carrying dough on their shoulders from the place of bondage into their new lives. Contrary to what many are taught when they come to faith about having to leave their old identity behind, throw away their books and music, and turn their back on worldly things, what we see here is a God who makes use of what we bring with us from the past. Although its true that our experiences - the things we have touched and felt and worked over with our own hands - may be only “half baked” so to speak until we are out of immediate danger, there is a purpose that can be brought to completion as we follow Him. What a blessing for the soul to see the consistency of our Savior’s heart to redeem and not waste any part of our experience. This is what He wanted His people to celebrate for a week every year, the witness of how He makes even the most unpalatable of things to be food for us on the journey.

And this was the food that the Lord ate on His way to be crucified. He took this bread, and thanked God. He was thankful for the bread that no one had time to prepare for themselves, the bread made from what had been unbearable into something palatable. He broke it and gave it to those He loved saying “this is My body given for you.” (Luke 22:19) This bread is My body, the one you ate wherever you lived (Exodus 12:20) for all the years since leaving Egypt, the one with you in wandering, in triumph, in promise, in exile, in returning, in freedom and frustration, wilderness and Canaan, year after year.

I am the Bread

the suffering you carried is now within me and I have sustained you; eat this bread in remembrance of Me.