Three Risen Loaves

What does it mean when the bread rises higher than it ever has on the day we celebrate the greatest rising? I made three loaves and didn’t think of the significance of number until later. I scored the dough right before baking. It was then that I saw the marks and remembered…

So here I am with three risen slashed loaves of bread recalling that He rose on the third day.

And it means my Savior got my attention. He finds you where you are. And I was covered in flour, exhausted from sleepless nights and long days. But staring at the bread before I couldn’t help but remember.

The searing sacrifice. The excruciating pain. The heartbreaking suffering. The gut wrenching grief. There is always a cost to sin. But that debt should have been mine.

That He took it on is enough to gather the lump in my throat. That he conquered it pulls the tears to my eyes. That it is a mercy most undeserved makes my knees drop. For what else is there to do?

It is not what I am, but what he is.

And for that I turn my blurred eyes to heaven and lift my hands. With a shaky voice I give thanks. Because I was lost but now I’m found. He was dead, but now he is risen. Yes, risen!

Jesus is alive. Tell everyone.

“So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross

Till my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown.”