I was reading in the gospels this morning. “Then he took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks,” Luke writes, “he broke it and gave it to them..” It hit me: this is the life of faith—we take what we have, what we’ve been given, bless it, and give it to others.
The context of this text is Jesus’s final moments with his friends. Even when he faced the worst, he still was loving enough to be generous. I imagine one of our struggles in our faith is not our fear but our struggles with generosity—embracing others and sharing life with them.
I wonder what our faith would look like if we didn’t see others with disrespect, as enemies to be destroyed, or problems to be solved but as people to be loved.
And the reality is this: our love for others won’t protect us from harm. This story is not a story of the triumph of love but the everyday, ordinary reality of love. Jesus saw better for others even if they didn’t see it or want to embrace it for themselves.
When he said remember him by this moment, I wonder if it was less about symbols and more about a posture toward ourselves, God, others, and the world around us. Maybe the message was as bell hooks says: “love is our hope.”
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