John 6

This last reading from the bread of life discourse places Jesus’ disciples at a crossroads.

Wonder Bread seems a good analogy for much of popular Christianity.

The Greek word sarx could well be translated as “hamburger” rather than “flesh.”

We need to wrestle with the meaning of Jesus’ flesh as bread, bread we are to consume.

This week’s Gospel reading is profoundly delightful.

The Bible offers conflicting answers.

Living outside poverty is a wonderful thing, but it leaves one open to the temptation of a divided heart.

“Trust me!” Jesus says, and the more he says it, the less the crowd is inclined to go along.

The disciples remember every miracle that Jesus did, every truth that he proclaimed.

The church doesn’t always value people as God does. Not even Mary.

Before judging individuals for their sin, we should try to understand the forces of evil influencing them.

Communion is not the only time we seek Jesus like a hungry baby.

People must have gasped when Jesus opened his mouth and said 'I am.'

I have an enduring memory of bread I ate when I was four. Jesus' bread also abides.

At that deserted spot on the Sea of Galilee, Jesus could've used a grocery store.

Because my yearning comes from somewhere, and that somewhere must be you.

In our Gospel text, some of Jesus’ disciples find his teaching hard. Eating his body? Drinking his blood? I didn’t sign up for this. Couldn’t I just pray for you?