My sweet friend’s children were getting baptized yesterday and she had invited me to come. I got up, got dressed and drove to her church and went inside to look for her and her husband. I even said to the lady at the information table, “Hi, I’m here to see my friend’s kids get baptized,” to which she said…somewhat confused….”oh, well okay. The service hasn’t started yet, and that’s usually part of the service.” I knew that already, but smiled and said thank you, and went into the sanctuary to wait. I found a seat and texted my friend to say I was there and it was about then that I looked at her original text and realized that I was in fact a week early. That might explain the info lady’s confusion. Oh well, I thought. I’m here now. Might as well stay for the service.
Ya’ll. This kinda stuff happens a whole lot more than it used to. I closed the garage door on my car the other day and the sad thing was, I was fully aware in the moment that my car was still sitting halfway in the garage. I’m not sure what I thought was going to happen other than what did, but anyway. Thankfully the garage door was fine. I guess these things will become more and more commonplace the older that I get.
Anyhow, the church service was nice and I was a little excited to see that it was communion weekend. I haven’t taken communion in a while, since at the Catholic church I can’t because I’m not Catholic and that’s the only church we’ve been to since leaving our previous one.
It came time for communion and everybody went up to get bread and juice, only you were supposed to take it back to your seat so everybody could partake together. A piece of bread off the common loaf and a little plastic cup with juice in it. So I’m sitting in my seat with my bread and juice waiting while the last few rows go up and someone walks past me and a little piece of their bread falls on the floor in the isle. Well, I couldn’t take my eyes off that little piece of bread. I kept think as people were walking by, “oh no, somebody’s gonna step on Jesus!” Amazingly enough though, nobody did. People just kept walking by and that little piece of bread just kept sitting there on the floor. So I decided that as soon as the service was over, I was going to grab that little piece of bread before people got up and started walking out and then somebody would step on Jesus’ body for sure.
So communion was over and we all closed our eyes and the pastor led us in prayer to close the service. And when I opened my eyes, lo and behold ya’ll, that little piece of bread was gone! Somebody else must have seen the bread on the floor and got to it before I did, but all I could think to myself was, “Praise the Lord, He has risen!” which got me a little tickled.
And I guess it got me thinking some too. Like about Hansel and Gretel and how they left bread crumbs so they could find their way back home. Okay, so maybe Hansel and Gretel aren’t the best example because the birds ate their bread and they got lost and ended up in the house of the witch who wanted to eat them. You know, what? Nevermind. Forget Hansel and Gretel.
The point I’m trying to get to is that when we are living in the abundant love of Christ, we’ll want to leave Jesus crumbs wherever we go. Sitting at the table of the Lord will always afford us more than enough so that we might leave a bread trail for others to find their way to Him. It doesn’t have to be hard or complicated. Sometimes I think we make it harder than it has to be. Or we think we have to let somebody else do the leading because we don’t have the right words or know all the things.
But when you’ve been to a restaurant and eaten a delicious meal, you tell others about how good it was. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to cook the food you had, you just know it was worth telling somebody else about so they can go and eat there too.
Jesus is the same. It’s okay if you don’t know all the theology. It’s alright if you can’t recite verse after verse of scripture. Because the thing you do know is that He is good and you want others to taste and see.
Just keep coming to the Father’s table. Keep on dining with Jesus. His goodness will start to spill out of you and you’ll be leaving Jesus crumbs everywhere you go.