{"id":3401,"date":"2017-11-04T05:12:46","date_gmt":"2017-11-04T12:12:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/?p=3401"},"modified":"2017-11-04T05:12:46","modified_gmt":"2017-11-04T12:12:46","slug":"daily-bread","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/daily-bread\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily Bread"},"content":{"rendered":"
A Jon Post<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Is this what starting a ministry is supposed to feel like? My wife and I left the United States 8 years ago (November, 2009) to come here. I still have to pinch myself and make sure I feel<\/em> all of this and not slip into the daily exercise of bare minimum missions.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Each day up early to administer medicine.<\/p>\n Each day in the car driving to the Central Hospital to coordinate with docs, patients, blood labs, radiology departments, and others.<\/a><\/p>\n Each day the administrative nit picks of property ownership, non-profit registration, ministry accounting, employee taxes, and bills to pay (personal and ministry).<\/p>\n And none of that feeds<\/em> me.<\/p>\n \u2026Give us this day our daily bread\u2026<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n Each day when I wake up (after administering medicine to a strictly regimented hour), I pray a prayer Jesus taught me and repeat the words He gave me;<\/p>\n …Give us this day our daily bread\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n I pray for daily bread knowing it\u2019s so much more than flour, water, yeast and sugar mixed and baked.<\/a><\/p>\n The daily bread Jesus told me to ask for must mean more than that.<\/p>\n Saint Teresa of Calcutta wrote often about needing bread and water from her precious Jesus. She wrote about how much she hungered for something more than flour, water, yeast and sugar.<\/p>\n \u2026Give us this day our daily bread\u2026<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n When I feel the \u201ceach days\u201d start to weigh on my soul\u2026<\/p>\n When I begin to succumb to bare minimum missions\u2026<\/p>\n When I\u2019d rather stare in silence at the road than engage with my patient about Jesus\u2026<\/p>\n When I\u2019d rather sit on my couch than go wash a car with an old man recovering from cancer and asking me for a bucket and soap to do it himself\u2026<\/p>\n \u2026Give us this day our daily bread\u2026<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n My soul cries out to a Merciful God whose mercies rise new each day with the sunrise.<\/p>\n \u2026Give us this day our daily bread\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n And it is there.<\/p>\n Maybe not enough to gorge myself or to become overfilled with its abundance.<\/p>\n