Wonder White or Bread of Life

 

Rev Barbara Porizky

 

05/06/07

 

John 6:51-58

 


 

I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will live for ever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh."


The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?"


So Jesus said to them, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him. As the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so he who eats me will live because of me. This is the bread which came down from heaven, not such as the fathers ate and died; he who eats this bread will live for ever."


 This he said in the synagogue, as he taught at Caper'na-um.

 


 

      My son Josh is sixteen years old.  He is 5 foot, 9 inches tall.  He weighs 135 pounds.  He is still growing.

 

      He is a healthy young man.  He has a healthy passion for sports.  And he has a healthy appetite.  Sort of.

 

      I listen to parents of other teenage sons describe the eating habits of their sons. 

 

      These other parents exclaim, “My son eats everything!  Red, brown, yellow or green—doesn’t matter what color it is.  My son eats it!  And plenty of it!”

 

      My son Josh, on the other hand, does NOT eat everything.

 

      My son Josh does not eat vegetables.  He doesn’t eat carrots, cauliflower or corn—unless it is creamed corn.  He doesn’t eat tomatoes.  He does squeeze ketchup onto various foods.  But, contrary to what the late President Ronald Reagon once declared, ketchup is NOT a vegetable.

     

      Josh most especially resists green vegetables.  That means no peas, no green beans, no cabbage, no broccoli and no zucchini have knowingly found their way into Josh’s stomach in the past sixteen years.

 

      God forbid that an innocent piece of lettuce should appear on Josh’s dinner plate.  Horror of horrors!  By Josh’s reaction, you would think that toxic green slime had just dropped from planet Jupiter onto his plate.

 

      Moreover, Josh eats only white bread.  He eats only plain, white bread.  He eats only plain, boring white bread.

 

      Josh’s no-vegetable and only-white-bread menu is not a battle I choose to fight. 

 

      Occasionally, however, I try to “sneak” in those foods which Josh swears he cannot eat.

 

      You mothers know exactly what I’m talking about!  We “sneak” steamed vegetables into innocuous-looking pasta.  Some of us even “sneak” scrambled eggs into macaroni and cheese.

 

      So, I have tried to “sneak” non-white bread into Josh’s school lunches.

 

      One day, when Josh was in second grade, I packed him a wonderful lunch, including a peanut butter and fluff sandwich on wheat bread.

 

      That day Josh’s lunch box came back with all his lunch eaten…except the peanut butter and fluff sandwich on wheat bread.

 

      One day, five years later, when Josh was in seventh grade, I again packed him a wonderful lunch, including a peanut butter and fluff sandwich on wheat bread.

 

      That day Josh’s lunch pack came back with all his lunch eaten…except the peanut butter and fluff sandwich on wheat bread.  And Josh pleaded, “Mom, please don’t make me any more sandwiches on icky brown bread.”

 

      A year ago, Josh started high school.  One day this past April, I once again packed him a wonderful lunch including a peanut butter and fluff sandwich on whole wheat bread.”

 

      Now that he is in high school, Josh uses only “disposable” brown paper bags for lunch.  And that day Josh announced, “Mom, I threw out the peanut butter and fluff sandwich.  The bread you used looked like it had squished bugs in it.  Mom, please just use Wonder White bread.  OK?  Just Wonder White.”

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      Wonder White bread. 

 

      The most popular and most eaten bread in America is sliced white bread. 

 

      Wonder White bread. It’s a processed creation of soft texture, predictable color and a flavor so bland it defies description.

 

      Wonder White bread.  It’s the perfect platform for peanut butter and jelly.  When toasted, it’s the perfect holding device for bacon, lettuce and tomato.

 

      Wonder White bread.  It’s perfectly soft so we don’t have to work hard to chew it.

 

      Wonder White bread.  It’s cheap.  And it’s predictable.

 

      The image of Wonder White bread fits well into our gospel message this morning…if only because it is the diametric opposite of the bread of life.

 

      In our gospel passage this morning Jesus explains to the people:  I AM THE LIVING BREAD THAT CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN….THE BREAD THAT I WILL GIVE FOR THE LIFE OF THE WORLD IS MY FLESH.

 

      Jesus declares:  I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE.     

 

      His listeners are horrified because they are stuck on the literal meaning of his words.  What Jesus has just said is tantamount to cannibalism.  Their reaction is:  “Eyuuuu!  This man wants to give us his flesh to eat?  How disgusting is that?”

 

      But Jesus often speaks in metaphors (e.g., I AM THE GATEKEEPER, I AM THE GOOD SHEPHERD, I AM THE VINE AND YOU ARE THE BRANCHES).  Jesus has been using metaphors when speaking to the people ever since he first opened his mouth in public ministry.

 

      The people don’t “get” what Jesus means about his being the bread of life.  Or rather, they don’t WANT to “get” it.  If the people “get” it—if they understand what Jesus means—“Ooooh!  That’s what Jesus means!—then they may have to change their life and their life style.

 

      And they don’t want to change.

 

      Dear people:  Guess what!  Some of us don’t want to “get” it either.  Some of us don’t want to understand what Jesus means by saying “I am the bread of life” because we don’t want to change our life or life style either.

 

      What could Jesus possibly mean by saying “I am the bread of life” that would be so radical for us?

 

      Let’s start by looking at the ingredient list for Wonder White bread.

 

      Wonder White bread contains (and these are the ingredients that are pronounceable):

      Bleached white flour

      Water

      Corn syrup

      Yeast

      Soybean oil

      Salt

      Dough conditioners

     

      The nutrition list also includes another 22 additives and preservatives which are not so pronounceable.  Frankly if I read aloud these ingredients, you may never want to eat processed white bread again!  Some of these other ingredients are:

      Ferrous sulfate

      Thiamine mononitrate

      Amonium chloride

      Amonium sulfate

      Calcium sulfate

      Calcium dioxide

      Calcium carbonate

      Dicalcium phosphate

      Tricalcium phosphate

      Mono and diglycerides

      The list includes another twelve ingredients that I can’t put my mouth around.

 

      Wonder White bread.   It’s cheap and it’s predictable.

 

      But what about “the bread of life”?  What might its ingredients include?

 

      In the country of Austria , bakers make a sunflower seed bread called sonnenblumenbrot.  It is a dense, whole wheat bread with the following ingredients:

      Flour                                  Barley              Malt                  Yeast

      Sunflower seeds               Polenta            Flax seed        Sea salt

      Cracked wheat                  Millet                Soy grits          Water

      Oats                                  Buckwheat      Sesame seeds

      Lorna, a dear friend of mine who is of Austrian descent, explains:  “In Austria , bread is food with a capital ‘F.’ Bread is not some spongy filler or a vehicle for a spread.  Rather, Austrian bread is a food that stands alone on it own merit.”

 

      Ah, so this might describe the bread of life. 

 

      Unlike Wonder White, the sunflower seed bread is NOT cheap.  Its ingredients are costly and sometimes difficult to find.  Moreover, much time, work and effort are required to mix, to knead and to bake the dough.

     

      Nor is sunflower seed bread predictable.  Every loaf of this bread is different.  Even every bite of this bread is different.

 

      Such is the bread of life.  It is bread of substance. 

 

      And it is no coincidence that, when Jesus speaks these words—the living bread--to the people, he uses the Hebrew word “lechem.”  Lechem.  L-e-c-h-e-m.  Lechem.  You say it:  Lechem.

 

      In Hebrew, “lechem” means more than bread.  It means “food.”  It means “substance.”

 

      It means, when we take Jesus Christ—the bread of life—into our lives, WE LIVE LIVES OF SUBSTANCE.

 

      Lives of substance.

 

      Dear people of God:  When we eat the bread of life, it means we cut out television time so we can carve out prayer time.

 

      It means we sleep one hour less on Sunday mornings so we can drive and bring a church member—who cannot drive--to worship.

 

      It means we decrease our vacation fund so we can increase our church contribution and support the church that supports us.

 

      The bread of life is not cheap or predictable.  The bread of life is costly and substantial.

 

      Rachel Naomi Remen is a medical doctor, and she is also the author of the book Kitchen Table Wisdom.  Rachel tells this story of when she was six years old:

 

      I visited my grandfather once and spent the night in his house.  I slept in an upstairs bedroom.

      About midnight , I came downstairs to get a drink of water.  But, before I walked into the kitchen, I stopped.  At the table in the kitchen, I saw the silhouette of my grandfather.  In his left hand, he held a loaf of dark, thick bread.  He did not know I was watching him.

      Lifting up the bread, my grandfather called out, “Lechem.”  Then he raised his right hand and cried out, “Le chiam” [which, in Hebrew, means “to life”].

      Again, he lifted up the bread and said, “Lechem.”

      Likewise, he raised his right hand and said, “Le chiam.”

      My grandfather repeated this ritual six times.  Then he placed the dark, thick loaf on a plate.  With a knife he cut a generous slice. Finally he bit into the bread. He savored the flavor and texture with each chew.

      Quietly I padded into the kitchen.  His gentle gaze met my questioning eyes.  “Grandpapa, why do you do this?” I asked.

      My grandfather swallowed and answered in a voice that trembled, “My child, when I was your age, I was in a concentration camp where we had no bread and where we had no hope for life.  Now, I have bread.  Now, I have life.  I never want to forget.  This bread is life.”

 

      Here is Wonder White.  This is bread:  Cheap but predictable.

 

      Here is the bread of life. This too is bread:  Costly but substantial.

 

      Dear people of God:  Wonder White or the bread of life?  Which one will you eat?

 


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