By Cindy Twedt
“For the bread of God is He who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”
Our dreams are said to reflect our waking lives, so it is no surprise that my dream reflected my life while working at American Airlines reservations office. In my dream, my colleagues and I were meeting in a gray-cubicle, corporate space. I offered to make some extra copies.
The copy room was not in its normal place, so I opened a new door and found myself in an unlikely room. Golden sunlight glowed through the windows, and there were high ceilings, warm wooden floors, and the amazing smell of freshly baked bread.
The baker had his back to me as he took the bread out of the oven. He said, “Hello, Cindy, I hoped you would stop by. Would you like to taste this bread?” He turned to the counter and sliced a piece of bread from another fresh loaf, and offered it to me. He then asked me a question about my life that woke me from the dream.
What a dream. I was greeted by name, I was made welcome, I was offered bread, and I came away richer for the spiritual nudge to pause and reflect.
The bread of God, Jesus Christ, is always there for us, always welcomes us, and always enriches our spirit, and promises eternal life.