Daily Scripture

Tuesday January 4, 2005

+ Elizabeth Ann Seton

Readings: I John 4:7-10 Mark 6:34-44

God’s love is generative.

Then he took the five loaves and the two fish, raised his eyes to heaven and said the blessing; then he broke the loaves and handed them to his disciples to distribute among the people. He also shared the two fish among them all. They all ate as much as they wanted. They collected twelve baskets full of scraps of bread and pieces of fish. Those who had eaten the loaves numbered five thousand…” [Mark 6:41-44]

The Scriptures are the inspired Word of God. The Bible is a living book, which contains faith stories and perennial truths that come to life as they are pondered by believers centuries later down to our own time.

Mark’s narrative is ‘eucharistic, in fact, the very words that are proclaimed by the priest presider during the celebration of Eucharist every day.

We are a Eucharistic community, bread blessed and broken for others.

This story has taken on new meaning in the light of the Tsunami ‘attack’ on Indonesia. People of every race and nation have given generously and in many cases, sacrificially to the tune of over two billion dollars and this is only the response to the first wave of rescue and reconstruction.

Jesus is the bread of life given for all.


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