I’d fed on it all my life.
The teaching of those I respected.
I had been weaned on the stuff.
It sat heavy in my heart.
It disagreed with me.
Yet all around me it was the staple diet.
And then one day I saw.
It was not bread at all.
Stones. More stones. No wonder they sat heavy.
And as I started to grow,
got a bit of colour in my cheeks,
I understood that others still carried such weight.
I couldn’t eat it any more.
I think my teeth would break.
These stones being passed around to eat.
I wanted to turn them to bread.
To make them my own.
I could create my own recipe books!
What a temptation.
Feed them from the stones
And then they’d never need to feed on me.
But then they would never know,
The joy. The milk and honey.
The amazing plenty God always provides.
Perhaps one day they’ll chip a tooth,
Vomit up the weight,
ache for real food and throw the stones away.
Perhaps one day they’ll come to me,
ask for something to eat,
sit at the table and feast on the bread of life.
I sadly watch as they feast
on the lifeless rocks of dogma.
And pray for them to get hungry enough to come to me
Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. He fasted forty days and forty nights, and afterwards he was famished. The tempter came and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread.” But he answered, “It is written, ‘One does not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:1-4