Bread of Life

Free Lunch

John 6:24-35

When the crowd saw that neither Jesus nor his disciples were there, they themselves got into the boats and went to Capernaum looking for Jesus. When they found him on the other side of the sea, they said to him, “Rabbi, when did you come here?” Jesus answered them, “Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you.

For it is on him that God the Father has set his seal.”

Then they said to him, “What must we do to perform the works of God?” Jesus answered them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.” So they said to him, “What sign are you going to give us then, so that we may see it and believe you? What work are you performing? Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written, ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’” Then Jesus said to them, “Very truly, I tell you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven.

For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” They said to him, “Sir, give us this bread always.” Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.


There’s no such thing as a free lunch, at least that’s what we're told. But at a cafe just north of downtown Milwaukee, that’s not quite true. In Sherman Park, a predominantly black neighborhood that struggles severely with poverty and obesity, sits one of the best lunch spots in all of Cream City. Sandwiched between an adult novelty shop and an abandoned storefront, Christie Melby-Gibbons was rather intentional when she chose to open up Tricklebee Cafe back in 2015. She wanted to be in a community where access to fresh, healthy, and delicious meals was desperately needed.

When you walk in, the daily rotating menu is displayed on a hymn board. Then you order at the pulpit turned checkout counter. Next you grab a seat at one of the long pews and tables that fill the small space. Most of the ingredients are grown out back or rescued from local grocers.

And the food, all of which is vegan, really is delicious! It was the best tikka masala soup I’ve ever had. But what really sets Tricklebee Cafe apart is that lunch really is free, if you need it to be. It is a pay-what-you-can cafe.

They have a sign up front that explains the policy: “If your pockets are full, please give a bit more. If your pockets are light, pay what you can. And if your pockets are empty please eat and enjoy a delicious, healthy meal in exchange for 15-30 minutes of volunteer time. Thank you!”

Christie, the founder and a pastor in the moravian tradition, says on average there are two people who come in for a free meal each day. And then they will volunteer in all sorts of ways: do dishes, pick up and take out the trash, or even chop vegetables for tomorrow’s menu.

Most of the meals are prepared not by chefs, but by volunteers, who don the title passionate cook.

Mike Betette tells the story of how he found Tricklebee Cafe. He and his family left Los Angeles in 2016 for a new start in Milwaukee. But he didn’t have a job and had a hard time finding one. Walking his new neighborhood, the smell and noise of Trickleebee Cafe lured him in. It was an oasis of joy, according to Mike, because the place was full of genuine smiles, good deeds, and authentic, messy community. He loved the food, but money was tight. So he started washing food, serving, bussing tables, and meeting people. The cafe, both the food and the community, made Mike feel so much better. He attributes Tricklebee for helping get him and his family in a better place. Now, many years later, he returns to the cafe, pays more than his fair share,

not because he has to but because he’s had a taste of the food that doesn’t perish and wants others to have a taste, too.

By providing great food to anyone, regardless of their ability to pay, Tricklebee is doing a lot more than just feeding people. And that’s what Jesus was doing too when he fed that crowd of 5,000 people last week, but that truth was missed.

You see that same crowd that had their bellies full from a free lunch of fish and bread, woke up the next day feeling the familiar pains of hunger all over again. They began searching for Jesus and headed across the Sea of Galilee to Capernaum in hopes of finding him. When they did, the crowd asked Jesus, “when did you come here?” In other words, “we didn’t see you leave Jesus, are you avoiding us?”.

Jesus is skeptical of the crowd and their reasons for following him. Not answering their question, he says: “your reasons for searching and finding me are all wrong. You’ve done the right thing for the wrong reason. You’re hungry and you want another free lunch”. Can you blame the crowd? Who doesn’t love a free lunch? More than that, this crowd knew Jesus had healed people who were sick; meaning he can cure and feed. What more would they need in life?

And does it matter why the crowd was following Jesus, or just that they were following him?

Apparently, motive matters for Jesus. So he tells the crowd, “don’t work for food that will leave you hungry. Work for the food that will satisfy you forever.” Now that has piqued the crowd's interest, it sounds almost too good to be true. Food that always last, that always satisfies? It’s like a free lunch everyday, better, even! Tell us, Jesus, what must we do to get this bread.

Tell us what to do Jesus and we will do it, whatever it is. And then Jesus says “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent”. The work is to have faith.

And that’s about the last thing the crowd (or you and I) want to hear. Because it would be much easier, much more certain if Jesus just told the crowd what to do to earn faith. Or how much faith was going to cost. Everything has a price, no lunch is free right? So just tell us what to do Jesus and we’ll do it, that’s what the crowd says.

But Jesus doesn’t, because that’s not how faith works. It’s not something you can earn. You cannot make yourself have faith, as much as we would like. Luther puts it this way “I cannot by my own reason or strength believe, have faith in Jesus Christ, my Lord”. Look at the crowd.

Just yesterday, they were fed from a few loaves and two fish. And even after that, they demanded Jesus perform another miracle, give out more free lunches, because maybe then they’d have faith.

But faith isn’t a work you do or a miracle you see. Faith is trust; trusting that Jesus is who he says he is (the bread of life) and does what he says he does (satisfies our deepest hunger and gives life to the world). Faith holds on to those promises as if your life depends on it, because it does. Which is why God doesn’t leave it up to us.

Faith comes to us, is given to us by the Holy Spirit as a gift. Completely free. Much like a meal at Tricklebee Cafe. Someone else did all the work and you are handed a delicious meal that nourishes more than your body. But you might say, “well people are encouraged to at least volunteer, they have to give something for that meal!” So too it must be with faith, we have to do something for the grace we receive. We have to love God and love our neighbor right? Well how’s that going for you…?

And if not that, then we have to pray the right prayer. But I think that’s all backwards. We love God, we love our neighbors, we pray, we come to worship because of the faith that’s been given us. Not the other way around.

It’s like the meal that someone gets at Tricklebee is so good, so delicious, so transformative that they want to give of their time and money. In fact, just like Mike, they want to do all they can (serve, do dishes, clean floors, pay extra) so that others experience the life changing meal they had. That, to me, is how faith works.

These promises, these experiences of love and grace are so wonderful, so life changing, that we do all we can to share them with others, giving thanks to God who makes it all happen.

And if you feel like you need more of that in your life, more faith I mean. If you have came here this morning with a hunger for hope that you can’t seem to find in the world; If you are famished for forgiveness, if you are starved of spiritual sustenance, then do we have the meal for you right here at this table. The bread of life, broken and blessed, for you and for the sake of the world.

So come and eat. Lunch is free.

Amen




Waiting For a Sign

John 6:24-35

So when the crowds saw that neither Jesus nor the disciples were there, they themselves got into the boats and went to Capernaum, looking for Jesus. When they found him on the other side of the lake, they said to him, “Rabbi, when did you come here?” Jesus answered them, “Very truly I tell you, you did not come looking for me because you saw the signs, but because you had your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the bread that perishes, but work for the bread that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you. For it is upon him whom God, the Father, has set his seal.”

They said to him, “What must we do to perform the works of God?” He said to them, “This is the work of God: that you believe in him whom he has sent.” They said to him, “Then what sign will you give us so that we might see and believe? What works are you performing? Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, for it is written, ‘he gave them bread from Heaven to eat.’”

Jesus said to them, “It was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven to eat, but my Father who gives the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God comes down from Heaven and gives life to the world.” They said to him, “Sir, give us this bread always.” Jesus said to them, “I am the Bread of Life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”


More than once this week, due to some confusion or miscommunication about who was supposed to be where, when – we had a couple of campers who didn’t get picked up on time after our Camp at Church events. Most kids don’t like to be the last one in the building, of course, killing time with the grown-ups, twiddling their thumbs, waiting, wondering, worrying about where mom and dad might be… what’s taking them so long… how much longer they’ll have to wait, and so on. And the longer the wait, the greater their anxiety and worry grow.

While I was making phone calls and sending texts and starting to wonder and worry a bit, myself in each case, I just kept assuring the kids that someone was coming, that everything was fine, that Mom and Dad were probably just stuck in traffic, or had the time wrong, or got trapped at work. “TRUST ME,” I said. Everything is fine. Someone will be here, soon. (And I prayed to Jesus I was telling the truth.)

Because other than those words and my high hopes, I had nothing else to offer these kids. No proof to show. No evidence to offer. No sign to give that they should, in fact, trust me. And it made me think about the crowds who were following Jesus around – still and again – in this morning’s Gospel, looking for a sign of their own.

See, these crowds following Jesus – listening to him preach and teach and heal, wondering about what he was up to – they wanted to know why they should believe in him; why they should follow him anywhere. And they remembered that event back in the Old Testament, their ancestors were wandering around in the wilderness, hungry and thirsty and lost and not so sure they should be following and believing the leader they had in Moses. So the people around Jesus were saying, “Back in the day, there were signs. There was proof.  There was evidence that Moses was God’s mouthpiece; that God was God, after all.”

“As it is written, ‘Moses gave them bread from heaven to eat,’” they were saying to Jesus.

In other words, “They got a sign. We should get a sign.” “They got bread. We should get bread.” “They got manna in the wilderness. We should get us some manna.”

“How can I know, for sure, that Mommy or Daddy are coming to get me? What sign can you give me?” (Whether it was 15 minutes or 45, the waiting seemed interminable for those kiddos)

And I can’t tell you the number of times people have told me how much they have longed for a sign – how much they have needed a sign – in order to know where God was calling them, for sure; how God was part of their life, for sure; what in the world God was up to or might be trying to teach them.

Should I take that job or quit this one? If God would just give me a sign so I’d know for sure.

Should I get into this relationship or get out of that one? If only God would give me a sign then I’d know for sure.

Should I choose this college or that one? If only God would give me a sign so I’d know for sure.

Where is the sign that I can endure this struggle? Where is the sign that the cancer won’t win? Where is the sign that I can stop worrying? Where is the proof that any of this is worth it? Where is the sign – the thing – I can see and touch and feel – the cold, hard, something I can grasp – to let me know for sure?

And I do it myself, with stuff around here, too. I’d like a sign that this pandemic will be over soon and clearer guidance about how to move forward in the face of it. And where is the sign about how we should proceed with staffing for a band leader or for someone to tend to the youth? And some signs about what to do after we pay off our mortgage would be nice, too. Where is the sign that we’re following the right lead; doing the right thing; investing in the right ministry and programs and people and places?

Don’t we all still feel like a kid, after camp, some days, waiting for proof that someone’s there or on the way to save us?

The thing is, none of us know much of anything for sure these days, do we? We want a sign… some proof… some evidence… whatever. But that’s not really what we need.

So, what Jesus reminded his friends and followers – and all those who were looking for a sign in this Gospel story – was that “the sign” – the manna in the wilderness wasn’t the point for those early ancestors. It could have been bread or water. It could have been pizza or Pepsi. What “the sign” was didn’t matter nearly as much as the source of it all in the first place: God’s love and devotion, God’s commitment to and presence with God’s people.

See, back in the day, people missed the sign – the very presence of God – standing before them in Jesus, himself. “I am the true bread from heaven,” he assured them, broken and poured out, in the flesh, for the sake of the world. What they really missed through it all – and what we miss or forget too much of the time – is that we have all the sign we need right here in front of us.

We gather for worship because, here, we stand in the presence of our baptism’s water. And we will eat bread and we will drink wine, too – all more than just signs, of what matters most, but the very real presence of what matters most – for this life and the next. This water, this bread, this wine – are reminders for us that we have all we need, already, because of God’s very real and present love for us.

Nothing that I could share with the kids who were waiting for their parents after camp mattered until their parents actually walked in the door – not that I’d gotten a text or left a message or even news that Mom was on the way. What really mattered was when they saw Mom pull into the parking lot or walk into my office with a smile on her face.

When the sickness comes; if the cancer wins; when the fear is so great; as the doubts pile up; when the uncertainties overwhelm us; when there are more questions than answers; when the grief is too heavy; when the loneliness is too real; when the end is near, even; we are called back to the water and we are invited back to the table to be received and filled up by the very real presence of God’s love for us in Jesus.

And we are blessed, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. We are fed with the Bread of Life, who endures all things, hopes all things, believes all things, bears all things. We receive and share the very love, promise, and hope of God – with each other, for the sake of the world – promises like the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting, just to name a few.

Amen