On my way through Moody the other day I saw this on a church sign: “The Bread of Life never goes stale.” This is referring, of course, to John 6:35 where Jesus says “I am the bread of life.“
While I like the idea, and agree with what this sign says about Jesus, it made me think.
Is the Jesus (or bread) I offer and rely on sometimes stale with procedure or bureaucracy or local tradition? Sometimes the bread of life I am offering is indeed rather stale.
Jesus doesn’t go stale, but sometimes what we pass of as Jesus is old, hard, and crusty.