This routine was so familiar to me that I had ceased to think about what I was doing and why, but then there was the winter evening when Joseph, Mary, Jesus, Nathan, Jonathan, Hannah and I were sitting cross legged in our house with bowls of food set before us ready to be eaten. There were bowls of fruit and olives and olive oil and sesame oil to dip bread in. We had boiled onions saved from our harvest and a porridge of peas. Mary had brought some milk from her goat and some cheese. Jesus had picked up the large loaf of bread that I had made that morning, and was turning it over in his hands looking at it carefully. Then he said, almost to himself, ‘I wonder why we call this ‘The bread of life’ when there is so much other food set before us each evening?” I looked at Mary and she turned to Jesus “Look at the food that is set before us. There is fruit, and cheese and olives. We have milk and wine to drink, and olive oil to dip our bread in, but see, there is flat barley bread, and there is bread with herbs, and in your hand is a large wheat loaf. Tomorrow you will break your fast with bread left over from this meal, you will take from your pocket a piece of cheese wrapped around with bread, and you will eat it as you walk with your father to deliver the plough that he and Simeon have just finished. Tomorrow morning I will begin again grinding flour and baking bread as I do every day to feed you and Joseph.”
She continued “You have helped your father in the fields picking up the stones in front of the plough as Joseph steers the animals up and down the fields turning over the soil ready to sow the seeds. I have watched you scatter the seed, marching up and down the furrows throwing right and left to scatter the good seed on the ground. With other children from the village you have pulled branches from trees over the ridges, pulling the soil over the seeds in the furrows, and in our prayers at home and in the synagogue you have prayed with us for a good harvest, so that we will be able to make and eat our daily bread. When the wheat and the barley is ripe in the fields everyone in the village goes out into the fields to help bring in the harvest. The men will cut the wheat and barley with their sickles and the women and children gather the stalks into bundles and stack them into stooks.
When everything is completely dry you have helped us to pile the bundles onto our donkey and carry them to the threshing floor. You know that it takes hours of work to beat the grains of wheat and barley from the stalks You have stood there and watched is being done. And you have watched as the grains are thrown in the air, and the chaff removed by the wind, as the grains are winnowed. When all that is done you have sealed the grain in our stone lined storage area in the ground until it is needed to be ground into flour, baked and eaten. Getting the bread on our table takes an enormous amount of effort by everyone in the village, young and old, and we do it because it is the best and most plentiful thing God has given us to eat. Without bread we are nothing, if the grain runs out, we will starve to death. It is what keeps us alive.”
Jesus held up the bread again. As he did so, the rush light in front of him seemed to glow stronger than it had before, and reflected on the wall behind, I saw the shadow of him, as large as if he were already a man. Each of us there were reflected on the wall sitting beside him. He took the bread and performed the ritual blessing then he broke it. He got up and walked around to each person present and broke off a hunk for them saying ‘This is the bread of life, whoever eats this will never be hungry’. Half way round he stopped and asked another question. ‘Why do we never cut the bread with a knife?’ I answered this time. Bread is so important that we feel that it would be disrespectful to cut it with a knife, so we always break it not cut it. When I had said the blessing over the cup of wine, Jesus, already on his feet beside me, took the wine and poured some into each persons beaker to drink. “This is the drink of life, whoever drinks this will never be thirsty.” It was an odd thing, and a rather perceptive thing that he said to us that night, and I looked at him and wondered.
After his death, many stories circulated about Jesus and his life. Many of them were about Jesus and eating. He was accused by the Pharisees of liking his food and drink too much, and partying with tax collectors and sinners. I was in Jerusalem just after his resurrection when the two disciples who had been travelling back to their homes in the village of Emmaus almost broke down the door in their hurry to get in and tell us about their encounter with the risen Jesus, how he had walked and talked with them; how he had accepted their invitation to eat with them, and in the way that he broken the bread and blessed the wine they had recognised him.
I did not quite understand the significance of this statement, so I turned to one of Jesus closest friends and asked him what those disciples had meant. He then told me about the precious last meal that Jesus had shared with his closest friends. When the meal was nearly over Jesus had taken a loaf of bread, blessed it and broken it. He had given a piece to each of the people there saying ‘ This is my body broken for you. Do this in remembrance of me.’ Then he had taken the cup of wine and blessed it and gave it to each one of them saying ‘This is my blood of the new covenant. Do this in remembrance of me. Each time you break bread and eat it together you will remember me, and when the cup of wine is blessed, and you share it with each other you will remember me.
And I remembered a meal long, long ago where Jesus, still a small boy then had asked the questions, broken the bread and shared it. Then he had taken the blessed wine and shared it among us all. With clarity, then, I understood that the shadows I had remembered seeing on the wall behind us all on that day, when Jesus in shadow looked like the man he would become, was the beginning of a story. It is a story about the simple things of life, the necessary things of life, of bread and wine, of God and his son, of giving and taking, of breaking and sharing so that everyone might live, now and in eternity, and everyone might have plenty from the bounty of God.