We stopped at a Dollar Store and I bought a box of peanut brittle. If it had cost more than a dollar I most likely would not have purchased it. I hadn’t eaten peanut brittle in decades. Since then I have been back to the Dollar Store three more times and have emptied their supply of that “I can’t stop eating this stuff.” The mistake I make is eating the first tiny piece. It throws a switch in my brain and I am drawn back like a moth to a candle. I refuse to stop at the Dollar Store lest they get some more because I don’t want any more.
I grew up singing a marvelous hymn entitled, “Guide Me Oh Thou Great Jehovah.” It contains the words, “Bread of heaven feed me till I want no more.” Is that even possible?” There was a day mentioned in all four of the Gospels when the masses just would not go home. They were listening to Jesus and they forgot to eat they were so enthralled. Finally He fed them bread and fish. I’m sure it was the best they had ever had but it was nothing compared to the bread of heaven He had been feeding them all day long.
I want some of that bread. Can you imagine hearing words from the Creator Himself? I know we have the Gospels. But those are Matthew’s, Mark’s, Luke’s and John’s words. And not even that. Most of us read them translated. Can you imagine the first Sabbath morning sermon in heaven? Surely the Pastor will be Jesus. He will not have to stop at noon or one or two or at all. Bread of Heaven feed me till I want no more. That will most likely be never!
Written by Roger Bothwell on January 19, 2016
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