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Bread of Life
Posted by Fiona Veitch Smith on 26 Jun 2007
In response to Andy's sermon on Sunday, I've been thinking about the tension between telling poor people about Jesus with our mouth and our deeds. Here's a poem:
Bread of Life
Sometimes I see you
rummaging deeply into other peoples'
castaway lives.
And I think to myself:
"If only you knew Jesus ..."
But halfway across the vacant lot
I stop.
Fixed in confused animation
Between a world of bricks and soaking cardboard;
And I think to myself:
"Do you want Jesus or do you want food?
Will you take a bite then spit Him out?"
Oh how can I,
with belly full,
Tell you there's food more satisfying than that
in your hands?
You may not believe me,
But still I must speak
And offer you the Bread of life.