It is a good thing I live in France because I love bread! The smells coming from the boulangerie make my mouth water! And eating bread warm from the oven is such a treat! I often see French pedestrians carrying home their bread with the end of it chewed off. So they must feel the same way!
When our kids were little they would do like their friends and eat out the middle of a slice, leaving the crust. What a waste! The French bread is made without preservatives so it won’t last until the next day. Usually that was not a problem. But if there happened to be leftovers, we would make “pain perdu” or “lost bread” which Americans call French toast.
Jesus declared Himself the bread of life. Bread is a apt symbol of what is needed for daily sustenance. Jesus is that for the believer. He satisfies the hunger of our souls. He does this daily. But there is a condition according to this verse. We are to come to Him.
I often do not recognize my hunger. There are days when I am soul sick because I am feeding on what does not satisfy. Those fancy pastries the world offers are a big distraction. But instead of feeling full and satisfied, I am left feeling a little queasy. But when I go to Jesus, He more than satisfies what my soul craves. He offers Himself: His love, His peace, His joy. There is not even any gluten to worry about. Like the old song says, “He satisfies the searching heart and fills men with His love, full, rich and free.”