Attend any wedding celebration and anticipation is consistent. Guests and family members are seated; the presiding minister and groom are in position in front of an altar or backdrop of an arch decorated with flowers and flowing bands of fine fabric. The music shifts from soft background melodies to something worthy of announcing the most important person at the wedding–the bride!

Guests rise to their feet as if on command. All heads turn to face the rear of pews or chairs to get a “first glimpse” of the bride as she makes her appearance at the top of the aisle, face veiled, arm intertwined with her escort, usually her father.. All preparations leading up to this day now pale in comparison to her arrival, for this is “her” day; she is the focus of attention in every aspect wedding celebrations offer.

This weekend Christians around the world celebrate Palm Sunday, the day marked as “Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem”. The prophet Zechariah recorded hundreds of years earlier this very moment when he wrote: “Rejoice with all your heart, daughter of Zion! Shout out loud, daughter of Jerusalem! Look! Your king is coming to you. He is righteous, and he is victorious. Yet he is humble–he’s riding on a donkey, yes, on a lowly colt.” The four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John all confirm Jesus’ entry into the holy city. Along with their witness material, they wrote about the people lining the road waving palm branches, paving the roadway with palms, hailing Jesus with shouts of joy and exaltation as their “king”. All eyes were on Jesus in those moments.

As the lenten season comes to an end for yet another year since Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem to face trial, public execution, in another week Christians will celebrate history’s most powerful event–resurrection of a sacrificed savior which changed and challenged every Jewish tradition, grafted in gentiles as part of God’s kingdom, established that kingdom on earth through his life and ministry. 

In New Testament writings there are many references to the “church” being referred to as the “bride of Christ”, making Christ the groom. In Revelation 19: 7 we read: “Let us rejoice and be glad! Let us give him the glory! For the time has come for the wedding of the Lamb, and his Bride has prepared herself–fine linen, bright and clean has been given her to wear.” When John wrote Revelation he described many future events that will happen, fulfilling yet more and more prophecies. Among those is the second coming of Christ, yet “another” triumphal entry. Revelation 19: 11  “Next I saw heaven opened, and there before me was a white horse. Sitting on it was the one called Faithful and True, and it is in righteousness that he passes judgement and goes to battle”. It’s in this very moment of Jesus’ powerful return that “every eye will see and every tongue confess that Jesus is Lord!” (Revelation 1: 7)

I’ve stood in that area in Israel that is named Megiddo. It is believed this expanse of ancient ground and ruins is where scholars project the final conflict between “good and evil” will take place, commonly called Armegeodon. I’m not schooled enough to say whether this area will be where Jesus touches down, still astride His horse, but I am confident in scriptures’ descriptions to believe He IS returning, and words will escape trying to describe those events!

Weddings are privy to only those who are invited. Likewise, relationships with Christ are similar by responding to a divine invitation sent from God. Although John wrote that “every eye will see and every tongue will confess”,  it doesn’t mean everyone is automatically united with Christ to be included in Paul’s description as the church being His Bride. As simple as sending an RSVP to a wedding invitation, we all bear responsibility to respond one way or another to God’s invitation for salvation of our sins which is ONLY by accepting Christ’s sacrificial gift of going to a Roman cross, events we humbly honor on Good Friday.

On that triumphal day some 2,000 years ago the crowds lauded Jesus under the guise He would rise and overtake the Roman government, establishing Himself as a King. Their joyous cheers and accolades soon changed to jeers and shouts to arrest and kill HIm because He didn’t fulfill their humanistic desires. I often think to myself “if only they knew….” but then it’s part of God’s plan for the redemption of mankind.

So, a wedding is being planned. The Bride–the church–is getting herself ready. Millions of invitations to attend are being sent. The Groom–Jesus Christ–awaits for the moment He will take His position to welcome His Bride. Are you ready? Have you responded to God’s invitation to the wedding of all weddings? Many men and women have tried to determine the date of Christ’s return. Matthew gives us pretty strong insight regarding that quandary…”But when that day and hour will come, no one knows–not the angels in heaven, not the Son, only the Father.” (Matthew 24: 36)

Palm Sunday is the beginning of ushering in the events of Holy Week. This day will be celebrated in many ways in our churches, but one thing remains its focal point. All eyes and shouts of praise will be directed on one person, a divine king seated on a mere donkey, making His way towards events that will change the world for all of eternity.

In order to have fresh bread on the table to fill hungry bellies, my grandmother busied herself every three days to make nine loaves of bread. This was before the convenience of a bread machine or frozen dough balls were available to ease a homemaker’s every day tasks preparing meals. For my grandmother, it also included her only method of baking which was on a wood stove which also served as the main source of heat in a very modest farmhome in the 1920s and 30s.  How she determined the temperature level in the oven still astounds me as I try to imagine those days of bread making.

My dad was the one to tell me about her bread making days. He told me about a favorite after school snack he and his siblings enjoyed. By this time in his memory, she had a dough mixer that the boys took turns turning to create yummy mixtures of flour for bread, rolls, doughnuts, etc. The boys waited under great impatience for the sticky mixture of dough which grandma pinched off and rolled into small balls, dumping them in frying oil until crispy and then rolled them in sugar. She called them “jiggers” and dad said a few of those after a school day really filled a hungry belly!

In many cultures bread is a staple at mealsl. Throughout history bread took on different forms made from a variety of ingredients. Shop any bread aisle at a supermarket and observe the number of varieties available to us as consumers. Bread has evolved from long processes of loaves made from pantry ingredients to those directly from any store, sliced or unsliced, offering a variety of grains–flour, rye, oats, whole wheat…bread is indeed considered an important staple at tables around the world!

Therefore, is it any wonder that Jesus referred to Himself as the “bread of life”! In the range of 10-35 scriptures where “I am” statements are recorded, this one about being the very daily sustenance that people need stands alone with great power and assurance that Jesus is everything we need to survive life’s circumstances.

“I am the bread of life” is a statement made by Jesus in the Bible, specifically in John 6:35, where he expresses that He provides spiritual nourishment and fulfillment,  promising that those who come to him will never hunger or thirst spiritually. This phrase emphasizes the idea that true satisfaction and meaning in life come from a relationship with Him.

Too often, I think people–including myself–have fallen in the trap of looking to what the world offers in order to satisfy empty hearts…jobs and careers, social standing, measure of our wealth, leaning on the opinions of others for value…these cravings CAN be satisfied in this latter list but they run contrary to Jesus’s own words, especially for those who profess to be in relationship with Him.

I think Jesus described Himself as “the bread of life” to those who walked with him, who followed him from village to village, mountain tops to the shorelines of the Sea of Galilee, because the picture of being able to fill up a person’s hungry belly and spirit connected with the crowds. Poverty and hardships were prominent in Jewish families living under Roman rule and conditions. Life was hard. Work was often back breaking. Having enough to eat was a frequent struggle. 

In the season of Lent we can dig deep into the story behind the story, to learn that in the 3 ½ years of Jesus’ ministry many of His Jewish peers were looking for a Messiah that would come and conquer Rome. To their disappointment–and ignorance–He came to establish His kingdom on earth and become the ruler of hearts and minds, not a political victor. While many missed the purpose of His coming, we can rejoice in the few who followed, listened, and became the early church of Christianity as described in the first chapter in the Book of Acts.

As I return to my grandma’s wonderful bread making days, I have to smile remembering how my dad also reminisced about how “sliced bread” became an item on the store shelf near the family farm. “Oh, how we wanted to try this new thing out!”, he said.

“Really?!”, I asked. “Why”.

The answer is wrapped up in the notion that as humans we get caught up in routines, take good things for granted. In that moment of hearing about “store made bread–sliced and all–he thought this new convenience suddenly replaced the taste of homemade bread baked in a wood stove oven. And, I’m pretty sure the store version filled empty bellies, too. But did it taste the same? Were the ingredients as good as grandma used?

Likewise, the world has always–and continues– to offer things to fill our empty bellies and minds. The ingredients aren’t always the best. False religions and misinterpretation of the Bible are running rampant among mainline denominations. Progressive Christianity is on the rise, challenging sound doctrinal stances regarding God, the virgin birth, gender, the existence of heaven and hell.

When Thomas asked Jesus how he and the other disciples could know where He was going His response was “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me”.

Bread comes in a variety of textures and flavors. Salvation comes only one way, through Christ. This plan cannot be altered. Or sliced.

“O be careful little eyes what you see, O be careful little eyes what you see, for the Father up above is looking down in love. So, be careful little eyes what you see”.

For many of us who grew up in church this childhood song was fairly popular. Each verse gives gentle warnings for our eyes, ears, tongues, hands, feet, hearts and minds, accompanied with its own reminder that God–as our Father–is looking, able to see everything we do and say, and He does so bathed in “love”.

As a child years ago, I never questioned God’s ability to see me at all times. Most days that was a comforting assurance, others I admit fear took hold and I became worried about consequences. I found myself carrying over that kind of consequential fear to my earthly dad. Once I got to high school and some of my friends said “let’s do ___________(fill in the blank) ” or “hey, let’s skip school!” I can safely say most times my answer was a firm “No”, with a tag line “I don’t want my dad to find out”. I held my dad in very high esteem, wanting to please him with my decisions and actions. Imagining any look of disappointment on his face was enough to crush any thought of doing something to cause him to be upset or shamed by wrongful actions.

Likewise,  in the heavenly realm I have a Father who “can” see and hear everything I do. My feelings of not wanting to fail Him parallel how I felt about my dad. But do I always say “no” when temptation comes along or are my conversations bathed under His love and grace? Quite honestly, no. Yet, though my–or your–sins have consequences, there is a wonderful text that Paul wrote which gives us assurance of God’s love. Romans 8: 1-2 says: “So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. And because you belong to Him, the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you from the power of sin that leads to death”.

There we have it! In the season of Lent we focus on the teachings of Christ and His ultimate purpose in coming to us in human flesh, that He would suffer and die on a Roman cross in payment of the sins for all the world. His death and resurrection fully satisfied following our sinful nature. Now believers follow the Spirit instead!

In the Old Testament one of God’s names is El Roi, “the God who sees”. It’s the Hebrew name given to God in the story of Hagar. Her story appears in Genesis 16 which I encourage you to read this week. Her story gives us a beautiful glimpse into God’s abundant love to see, know, and care for individuals who are overlooked, marginalized, and distressed. 

Too often I think people who are far from God only see Him as a God who is waiting to condemn or punish. I’ve met people who have said they don’t want to become a Christian because life wouldn’t be fun anymore. Both ideas fall far from God’s desires. While He DOES require repentance–turning away from sin–He offers abundant joy and freedom that is often indescribable! Living a Christian life is far from boring. It’s often described as a race.

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me–the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on the day of His return. And the prize is not just for me but for all who eagerly look forward to His appearing.” (2 Timothy 7-8 New Living Translation)

In the midst of Lent, take heart that God sees you, no matter your circumstances.

Grab hold of His deep abiding love for you and does not want you to escape receiving freedom from your penalty of sin. He knows and cares about you, and like a gentle Father He’s waiting for you to enter the race, the beautiful journey of walking and running every step with Him seeing and cheering you on to the final prize, eternity with Him.

Often I write about how the variety of birds, chipmunks, and squirrels who visit our yard intrigue me as well as paint life lessons right before my eyes. We also seem to have our fair share of resident deer who’ve adopted our lil acre for places to sleep, munch on frozen leftover plants, or merely pass through as they make their way to neighboring homes. Oh and of course there are the rabbits we see quite frequently and most recently a pair of racoons made an appearance, startling us awake when one of them tipped over the pan of bird seed we provide on the deck. What amazes me is how all these lil creatures find things to eat whether it’s from our provision or as I said, frozen leftovers in the ground.

We’ve got two small feeders–small trays on a hook actually–that hang from our front porch. I can sit in our living room and watch birds swoop in for a quick bite, others prefer to sit and dominate the surface of the tray. Seed they managed to “splash” over the edge of the tray lands in an empty flower box that sits on the porch rail. Bare dirt waits for spring planting of flowers serving now as a catchall for the discarded seed. But, nothing goes to waste so it seems. This morning, before sitting down to write, one of our resident chipmunks was sitting in the dirt filling his cheeks with leftovers. Just how did he know he could find his next meal in that flower box?

For Christmas, we received a fancy birdfeeder that allows me via a camera and an app on my phone to “watch” who comes to enjoy the seed and cracked corn we put in that tray. Admittedly, I’m trying to attract crows because I find them utterly intriguing and although they’ve not surrendered to our persuasions just yet, we’ve enjoyed cardinals, blue jays and other small birds at the tray. Interestly enough, once the feeder was attached to our clothesline pole, it took a few weeks before our birds “found it”. Eventually their appearances became so frequent that I turned off notifications of activity from popping up on my phone, the “hits” were becoming too numerous throughout the day.

As I mentioned about two racoons coming around one late night, after hearing the pan of seed bounce off its small table, I turned on the light to see their well fed bodies, eyes looking up at me through the glass, absolutely no fear towards seeing me as well. Once again, I raised the question in my mind….”how do they know there’s something to eat on our deck? Can they smell birdseed?” I know you’re probably thinking, “well, why don’t you ‘google’ it and find out?” And, yes, I could, and perhaps I will but that’s not the point I’m chasing.

Quietly observing the actions of these birds and small creatures, all part of nature, created and put here by God points me–over and over–to how much, with great abundance and generosity, God places what I need in front of me. Psalm 34:8 says “Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

How do I or you do that? How is it possible to actually “taste” God? By comparison it’s easy to see His goodness…we have evidence of that in all of creation. Just this morning upon rising at 6:15 am as I walked to the living room with coffee, grabbing my Bible, before I turned on a light the bright moon in the western skies filled my eyes. I actually stood in the darkness of our home for a few minutes taking in the majestic view of our familiar moon. And I marveled about God.

When the sun began to make its appearance I stood in an open door to breathe in a few deep breaths of fresh cold air, gazing into the warm rays slowly making their way over the tree line behind our home and the neighbors. I never tire of the colors the rising sun paints in the sky. My eyes are grateful to “see” that indeed God is good.

Deep within my educational years I know that God placed instinct in every one of His creatures. They’ve been given all information for foraging, surviving, adjusting to each of our four seasons in Michigan. Their knowledge is truly amazing and really does provide life lessons for me, for you hopefully as well. Psalm 19: 1 declares “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”  One need not look far to experience His glory and work, right? Right.

So, today, I’m thinking and connecting some random thoughts together…how birdseed is put out luring in beautiful birds and lil creatures to feast and be fed…how they “find” the feeders…how God has placed His Word in the form of our Bible into my hands and He waits for me to open its pages, to sit, dine, feast, and be satisfied. When I do what can I expect?

I suppose–with great purpose and putting into practice–everything that’s commanded of me…to love, serve, share the gospel message…my life will be full and satisfied and hopeful of all, “spill over” into the lives of everyone I meet, for nothing that is good of God is ever wasted.

That’s what occurred to me this morning as I watched a lil chipmunk stuff his cheeks with birdseed that spilled out of the tray above his head. He’s living out his purpose and I need to do the same, we all do!