John 6:35, 41-51
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.”
Then the Jews began to complain about him because he said, “I am the bread that came down from heaven.” They were saying, “Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How can he now say, ‘I have come down from heaven’?”
Jesus answered them, “Do not complain among yourselves. No one can come to me unless drawn by the Father who sent me; and I will raise that person up on the last day. It is written in the prophets, ‘And they shall all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard and learned from the Father comes to me. Not that anyone has seen the Father except the one who is from God; he has seen the Father. Very truly, I tell you, whoever believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
Some of you have heard me mention one of my new, favorite theologians, writers, and poets, Pádraig Ó Tuama. A few years ago, maybe in response to the Covid Quarantine craze of sourdough-bread-starters, I’m not really sure why, but he shared a favorite bread recipe online. And because he’s a poet and a theologian, his recipe for bread hits a bit differently than most cook books I’ve seen.
First of all, he calls it “Irish Wheaten Bread (aka: Gluten Morgen Baby),” and he acknowledges that it came to him by way of a friend who got it from someone else who learned it from the TV chef, Delia Smith, and that the details of it all might have changed along the way. After listing the ingredients, which I will share with anyone who actually wants to give this a go (I’m looking at you Joyce Ammerman/Sue Weisenbarger/Linda Michealis), Ó Tuama, offers up the following instructions, among others:
First, he suggests that every bread-baking session should begin with a reading of “All Bread” by Margaret Atwood. “It’s the rule,” he says.
Then he says to “mix the whole meal and plain flour together with the bicarbonate of soda – and sieve them. It helps the bread rise while it’s cooking.
Then add in the pinhead oatmeal, wheat germ, salt and buttermilk. Mix it up.
He says, “I throw in some nice sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds, too. Whatever feels good. Apart from fish-sauce. Don’t put fish sauce in there, even if it feels good.
“At this stage,” he says, “you can put in the egg. Or, if you’re feeling very adventurous, you can separate the yolk from the white, and add in the yolk. Whisk the egg white and then fold that in. If you do that, you need to do some dancing to prove what a badass you are.
“Grease the tin.
“If you want, you can put poppy and sesame seeds on the bottom and side of the tin as this will make the crust be ‘seed-infused-crust’ and there’s no home-made-organic-authentically-handcrafted-bread like ‘seed-infused-crust-home-made-organic-authentically-handcrafted bread.’ If you do this, you’ll need to read Jericho Brown’s “Psalm 150” aloud, with joy, for the sheer brilliance of its language, as well as all its other glories.
At this point, he says, “The whole mix should look like a thick porridge. Pour it into the greased tin. Often I put fresh oats on the top too. And, please don’t forget to say a blessing for the bread. Without it the bread won’t do its work. Choose a blessing of your choice, or make it up. That’s where they all come from anyway.
“Normally,” he says, “I put tinfoil over the greased tins, so that the oats don’t burn, but also to make sure the tins generate a lot of heat. That might be because I’ve got a temperamental oven though.
“Put it all into the oven, and read Margaret Atwood’s poem again. It’ll convince the bread that its purpose is to feed the body and soul.”
And of course there are instructions for bake time and temperature and whatnot. …
I like Pádraig’s recipe because I don’t consider myself a cook, or a chef, or a baker by any stretch. And I’ve always been under the impression – especially when it comes to baking bread – that there’s a right and wrong way to do it; that bread can be finicky; that if you don’t get it all measured or mixed or leavened or greased or timed just right, it won’t turn out. That it will be flat or doughy or ugly or taste terribly – or all of the above. And some of this may, indeed, be true.
But Pádraig O’ Tuama’s recipe reminds me of Jesus and this morning’s Gospel story. Yet another bit in this series of Gospels about his identity as – and his affinity for – God’s “bread from heaven.”
Now, it’s worth knowing –if you didn’t catch it – that Jesus is mad today … that we’re listening in on a hard conversation – an argument, even, some might say – between Jesus and the crowds who have been following him, and challenging him, and questioning him for quite awhile now. Someone smarter than me, has even suggested that when Jesus says, “do not complain among yourselves,” that what he really means is “zip it,” “shut up,” “pipe down,” “quit your whining.”
And that side of Jesus matters to me – the human, frustrate-able side of Jesus, I mean, who must have gotten mad more often than we hear about. Mad, here, because he’s trying to “bring the kingdom” to the people around him and they just don’t see it or get it or want it or know what that means. Mad because he’s been having this same conversation for like, 6 chapters and 51 verses, if the Gospel text is any kind of measuring stick for that sort of thing. And after all this time, they’re still just bickering over the details and not believing or receiving what they’ve seen or experienced or heard about Jesus.
My point is, I kind of think Jesus is just trying to get the people in this morning’s Gospel to quit fussing and fretting over the recipe. And I imagine he was so frustrated and angry, and sad, too, that they still didn’t get it, or want it, or understand him, just yet.
Because what matters in all of this back and forth between Jesus and those people so hungry for faith is that it took place very near to the festival of the Passover, the great national and religious holiday for the Jewish people. The Passover was where they celebrated their release from slavery, their Exodus from Egypt, their journey toward the Promised Land. Just before this morning’s reading (or last week if you were here) we heard about how the people complained to Jesus for not giving them signs like the ones their ancestors received in the wilderness back in the days of Moses – after some grumbling of their own. They complained that their ancestors got that miraculous manna in the wilderness – actual bread from heaven – and they thought they deserved something like that kind of a miraculous sign, too; to feed them, to fill them, to fix them, to SAVE them.
And now, along comes Jesus, claiming to be that bread from heaven. He’s claiming, not just that he was there to bake or deliver this bread from heaven they were looking for, but that somehow he was … that he would be … that he is, this bread – this miracle – that would do more than just fill their bellies, but that would give life and hope and salvation to the world.
And since most of us know the rest of the story, we know how this ends: with Jesus crucified and raised to new life. And we can read this little bit of it all as a preview of sorts. Jesus was really hinting, if not declaring outright for those who could read between the lines – that he was the new Passover Lamb, with that national holiday just around the corner – come to take away the sin of the world.
Jesus … from Nazareth … this son of a carpenter, this boy born of a peasant girl – this neighbor kid whose parents they knew – was claiming to have come down from heaven with this monumental, holy task of giving up his life, in the flesh, for the sake of the world.
Which means, Jesus was messing with their tradition. Jesus was undoing what they expected. Jesus was replacing the old with something new. He was changing the rules and messing with the recipe, if you will, of everything their faith had always told them. And he was inviting them to live and believe something altogether different because of it. He was replacing their bread and that lamb with his very own body and blood.
Jesus was inviting people to see and to receive – God is calling us, still – to open ourselves to the new ways of God’s kingdom among us: things like grace and forgiveness; things like humility and generosity; things like peace and love for the “other” and love of our enemies, too. But we’re just not always so great at that, if we’re honest. Our necks are stiff and our hearts are hard and we are stuck in our ways – we get tied to the recipe and to our own rules too much of the time. Just like the Jews of Jesus’ day, Christian people are notorious for “complaining against each other” about too many rules, and too many recipes, and more.
So we get this bread from heaven, in Jesus Christ, who offers us forgiveness, who fills our hearts and minds and lives with the same kind of mercy, love and promise we’re meant to share with the world. We get this bread from heaven, in Jesus, broken and shared with such abundance that our hands and our hearts can’t hold it all.
We get this bread from heaven, in Jesus, and we’re called to share the goodness of it all like Pádraig Ó Tuama, and any good friend would share their favorite recipe, with no strings attached – generously, like poetry and so many seeds … with psalms and blessings included … by example … and with invitation and room to be fed and nourished by a grace that comes through the very life and death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, breaking every rule along the way, and wherever necessary.
It is something altogether new and better and different. It can be difficult to believe, this bread from heaven. For some, this kind of grace is hard to swallow, for sure. But this Jesus, this bread come down from heaven, this forgiveness, grace, and mercy, is for us and for all people. It feeds and fills every body. It saves and redeems all things – and all of us – by God’s grace, for the sake of the world.
Gluten Morgen, Baby.
Amen
Pádraig Ó Tuama’s Bread Recipe
