Recently I’ve come across three different blog posts concerning bread. The most recent was Don Ray’s Chiriqui Chatter about the opening of a French Boulangerie that relocated to the city of David from Bouquete.
Joyce who lives not far from where I’m house sitting decries the lack of decent bread in Panama and describes baking her own in http://joycepa.wordpress.com/2010/05/12/the-staff-of-life/ I have to agree with her. I bought some hot dog buns last week and they were inedible not only to myself but the generally ravenous dog that came along with the house turned her nose up at the things, too. I hope they won’t destroy the compost heap.
The post that made a lasting impression came from American author T (Teresa) Stores who has a blog entitled Strangers in the Village where she chronicles her 10 months stay in a small village in the south of France. Bread from the boulangerie just outside Port Vauban in Antibes was a daily joy and I rarely eat bread since I left France. But the opening paragraph of Teresa’s post have echoed in my head since I first read them:
“When I was a child, I memorized the Lord’s Prayer, Christ’s response to his disciples when they asked him to teach them to pray. The only request for a tangible thing in the entire prayer is “give us this day our daily bread.” Not for tomorrow, just for today, because we must remember to let the future take care of itself. We must eat today. And it’s not a six-course dinner we need, or even a full meal or meat or vegetables. Just bread. Just for today…”
Just for today. Have any of us really thought of those words we learned by rote when we were children? I must confess I never did…Just for today.
One More Good Adventure 
What a lovely post – and keen insight.
It made me go back and check on an Old Testament story – about manna from heaven. Sure enough, God told Moses he would “rain bread from heaven” for them and provided Manna, a food that appeared with the dew each morning. The Israelites were to gather the amount they needed for a single day. No more, no less. Each day they were given what they needed.
Here’s the great p.s. to the story. The literal translation of “manna” is “what is it?” 😉
Hi Richard:
You just triggered a chain reaction of my thinking fluids. Great post with a superb message. Thanks.
Omar.-