A crowd, who had ate their fill from Jesus’ miracle of the loaves, crossing the sea, still hungry, still looking for the man who had fed them with five loaves and two fish, is met with a statement so layered in meaning that two thousand years of theology have not yet exhausted it: "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty." We tend to receive these words as a declaration of divine grandeur, and so they are. But if we stop there; if all we do is marvel at the claim and feel the swell of religious pride, then we have eaten the label on the bread and left the bread itself untouched. In almost every culture, claims of identity carry within them the seeds of exclusion. When a person says, "I have bread," there is always an unspoken second sentence: "...and you do not." Possession becomes a wall. Status becomes a defense. Even religious identity, across history, has functioned this way;...
We, as humans, are rational, political, spiritual, social, and psychological beings; with strong longing for aesthetics, freedom, survival, and going beyond. We need doses of INSPIRATIONS, and vital SUPPORT SYSTEMS almost daily. A book, an art, a person, an idea, an example, etc. could be, on the one hand, an inspiration (SPRINGBOARD) when we do not know how to jump up to the next step; on the other hand, could be a support system (WALKING STICK) when we are vulnerable and prone to fall.