“Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.”
In the first year of our marriage, Janet and I lived in Charlotte, North Carolina. Our income was like that of most newlyweds, barely enough to get by. On one occasion we had only $5 remaining after the bills were paid. Payday was a week away, and there was no food in the house. So we went grocery shopping and came home with cornmeal, dried beans, eggs, and powdered milk.
My wife called me at work the next day and wanted to know if I knew how to cook dried beans. All I knew was my grandmother put them in a big pot and cooked them all day. Satisfied with the answer, she confidently went to work.
Without breakfast or lunch, I had grown very hungry and couldn’t wait to dig into a plate of beans and cornbread. Finally, my workday was over and I rushed home in anticipation of the great bean feast. Upon opening the front door I was greeted by the smell of food cooking which prompted me to make a beeline to the kitchen.
“Taste the beans,” she said. “See if they’re ok.” Like most guys I decided that the beans needed more seasoning. Quickly I grabbed the salt shaker and poured on more than just a little salt. Then I turned up the heat and declared that the beans needed to cook a little longer for a thicker broth, just like Grandmother used to make. While we waited for the masterpiece meal to reach perfection, we headed to the backyard to play with the dog.
As we reentered the house we were hit with a very unpleasant and alarming smell. “Oh, no. The beans are burning,” she shouted. Within seconds we stood over what once had been a very promising solution to our hunger. Before us was a big glob of burned, scorched, waterless, ruined beans unfit for man nor beast.
For the remainder of the week, we ate cornbread and drank powdered milk. By week’s end our pantry was completely bare. There wasn’t a morsel of food in the house.
Saturday arrived, and we spent the morning trying to figure out what we could do to make it until Monday when I would get paid again. With each passing hour we grew more desperate, more hungry, and more concerned about our plight. Then there was a knock at the door.
A neighbor had stopped by for a visit. As he stood on the front porch, he was holding a large container. “My Lions Club was selling barbecue today, and we had a bunch left over and I wondered if you wanted some?”
“Oh, no. We’re a little short on cash right now,” I sadly responded.
Then he placed the container in my hand and said, “This is free. We just don’t want to waste it.”
I thanked him, trying to maintain my composure, and once the door was closed, we made a mad dash to the kitchen. Never in the history of mankind has there been better tasting barbecue. And it was more than enough to get us through until payday.
In today’s selected scripture passage Jesus talks about hunger and thirst. Food and drink are essential to physical life. Without it you will perish.
He came to bring you eternal life, and He promises that if you will come to him you, your spiritual hunger and thirst will be eternally satisfied. Believe in Him and “you will never go thirsty.” He is “the bread of life.”
A relationship with Jesus fulfills as nothing else this world has to offer. You will always have what you need for eternal life.
I’ll never forget that man standing at my front door with a big box of barbecue. But what would have happened if I had refused to open the door or accept his offer?
Sadly, many people refuse Christ’s offer of eternal life. If you haven’t trusted Him as your personal Savior, do it today.
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. Revelation 3:20
Reprinted from The Forever Notebook, Book 4 (October – December) Get your copy here: Paperback and eBook/Kindle formats.