An American in Paris

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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Daily Bread

You know, it strikes me that the French have more real-life opportunity to relate to the "Our Father" than others might have.
It just seems to me that in the United States the words, "give us this day our daily bread," have less import than here in a country where the bread is literally bought fresh every day. And if a day is missed, the day-old bread is hardly delectable, but hard and dry; the fresh bread is certainly missed. And when le pain is hot and fresh, the children clamor for a morsel of it, in its very tastiest state.
Assuredly this phrase in the Our Father refers to more than a fresh baguette. It refers not only to all our food and all our material blessings (the roof over our head, the clothes we wear, everything), but also to the Blessed Sacrament, our spiritual food and strength. Our daily bread.

Nonetheless, does it not seem to you that the reality of acquiring bread daily would bring home in a special way this part of Our Lord's own prayer?

2 Comments:

Blogger MrsDoc said...

An excellent morsel of food for thought!
Yes, I think you are right.
Love, Mom

2/05/2007 4:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Figlia,

Although I never penned it so sublimely as you just have, I did think some similar thoughts before when traveling in places where the folks to market regularly for their individual needs: meat, bread, fish, fruit, dairy, etc. Instead of the Protestant and impersonal supermarket!!

A beautiful and thoughtful post.

¡Muchas Gracias!

IL Dottore

2/05/2007 4:23 AM  

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