Story #1: I was at a conference a couple of years ago where we were participating in the Lord’s Supper (communion)–an ancient experience started by Jesus on the night before He was betrayed and arrested where you eat bread (representing Jesus’ body) and drink wine or grape juice (representing Jesus’ blood shed) in rememberance of His sacrifice for you and me. During this one particular experience one of the pastors at my church was offering the bread to a whole bunch of high school students. In the mix was her daughter, a fifth grader at that time, who took a huge hunk of the bread, dipped the entire handful in the grape juice and proceeded to have a full meal of the Body. Not two minutes later, when the line was still quite long, this little girl taught me a very valuable lesson. She ran up next to her mom, still offering the Body, and stood there trying her best to get her mom’s attention. Finally, mom looked down at daughter (disapprovingly) and asked her what she wanted.

“I want some more bread!” she innocently exclaimed.

When was the last time you ran to the front of any line to get more of Jesus?

Story #2: Yesterday was communion Sunday for our fifth and sixth grade students. This was to be their first experience with the Lord’s Table which is a pretty big deal for students and families at my church. I was talking with a couple of the fifth grade girls afterwards about what they thought about the whole experience.

In unison and with eyes rolling back in their heads they said, “The bread was SOOOOOO good!”

When was the last time you were overwhelmed with how good Jesus tastes?

Story #3: Last night we were participating in the Lord’s Table at a community called Open Door. Once the evening was over and we were cleaning up, I noticed that there was a stack of bread loaf pieces left over. (Usually there isn’t any left over because my friend’s two kids will chow down on whats left of the bread after the experience is over.) There are a couple of homeless guys who call Open Door their church–which I love! One of them came up to me and mentioned that that bread looked awfully good. I asked him if he would like to take some with him. “Would that be okay?” he wondered.

“Not only is it okay–take all the bread you can get!” I answered.

When was the last time you were hungry for more of Jesus?