by Michelle Bauman
I’m racing to get things done today. I’ve noticed a lot of you are racing too. And while I’ve been racing, I’ve been humming a tune I can’t seem to clear out of my head.
Maybe you’ve heard “You Satisfy the Hungry Heart.” Perhaps you’ve sung it on the way to communion or while sitting in your church’s pews waiting to be served by God Himself.
I’m not sure why this particular hymn has wriggled its way into my subconscious today, but it has. And I suppose it’s good that it has, because if I’m honest, I’ll admit that my heart is bit hungry right now. It’s unsettled by loss, by goodbyes that are temporary but painful just the same. It’s overwhelmed by burdens, and failures, and the busyness of everyday life. It’s mourning sin in the world and my inability to fix it.
But this hymn reminds me of my place. I am not the fixer or the perfector or the person designed to carry the burdens of this world. God is, and His work is fulfilled in Christ. I am simply designed to receive Him.
Christ, the Bread of Life, desires to feed and soothe hungry hearts, and only He can do it. He prepares the meal that strengthens “with gift of finest wheat.” Through His death and resurrection, Christ not only shoulders our burdens, but He also unites and makes His people one. Thank you for feeding me the Words of Christ. May we all find rest from our race in Him.