I am the “bread of life”

August 2, 2010 drakeford

Early on after being called out a lot of things were beginning to happen in my life.  The fourth Friday of each month we celebrated Agape service.  This was a very special love feast.  All the ministers of the church participated in this service.  We used a whole loaf of bread during the celebration.  The senior pastor would start first by breaking a small piece from the bread.  He would say before handling it to another, “I’m a part of you and you are a part of me.”.  The bread would get passed around to the entire congregation that way.  This was in preparation for the LORD supper on Sunday. 

We had a neighbor(Luciano) who worked at a restaurant in Georgetown as a night manager.  We had become good friends with him.  My husband used to work at nights also.  One night there appeared a large plastic bags of bread (whole loaves) on our porch.  My husband put this bag in the kitchen.  

 

 When I came down for work the next morning there in the center of the kitchen floor was this large bag of bread.  I was overwhelmed by the spirit of GOD when I saw it.  I cried out to the LORD about it.  He said, “I am the bread of Life.”  I accepted this and was fine with it.  I knew HE had spoken the truth.   When I saw Luciano I inquired about the bread.  He explained the bread was left over after closing the restaurant   He decided to share them since it was good fresh bread.  This continued for a long time.  GOD used Luciana to offer the bread for the service plus bless so many seniors as well. 

I would wrap the bread  individually and take to church for the senior members there.   

 

 They were so grateful to receive the bread.  One time I still had some loaves in the bag but my husband put it in the basement.  I didn’t realize it until I went there to wash clothes.  There inside the bag was three molded loaves of bread.  GOD began to show how I let it rot.  I began to cry saying I will never let that happen again.  I had a very sensitive spirit to the LORD. 

The last time we got bread was a large amount.  I could remember the last time because it was on my granddaughters sixteenth birthday.  She was going to take her driving test but failed it.  She cried all the way home.  She was in the gifted and talent program at school.  She had never failed anything before.  We had to stop on the way home to buy another package of foil.  When we got home we finished wrapping all the loaves of bread.  It was so many I decided to line them on the steps to take the picture and count them.  

 

Entry Filed under: bread,Christianity,congregation,friendship,Jesus,restaurant,spirit,supernatural

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to comments via RSS Feed