I know a wonderful bakery where hundreds of loaves of fresh bread are baked daily: sour dough, rye, farm, and paisano, to name a few. Seeing them all stacked on the racks is a thing of beauty; and once you bite into any one of them, you are transported to a place of comfort and home.
Bread is often referred to as “the staff of life.” I can understand why. Every country and culture in the world has its particular bread, and bread cuts across all socio-economic groups. Consider the roots of the word “companion”: com and pan: “the person with whom you break bread.”
In the New Testament, Jesus broke bread with his disciples and directed them to “Take and Eat" of the bread that became representative of his body and his love for them and the world. Bread feeds us all, both body and soul.
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