Your hands callous and weathered, your eyes dim. The many years of hard toll, working the land for a small profit.
Your white blouse stained, the beetroot of the hamburger, that you gulped down during your fifteen minute break, on your nine to five job.
You work incredible long, tiring hours, for little pittance. Society has fast tracked our life style to take out meals and fast food stalls.
What ever happened to a plane and simple, breaking of the bread?
To break bread, a long forgotten tradition, that a minority keep, was first recorded by the Romans. Later the Bible referred to it in many various forms. One being to break bread, is to be a good neighbour. In the sense of, giving what you have to those less fortunate, and to open your heart and share your food with thy brother. Take into consideration that the word brother used in the Bible, denotes all people, regardless of sex.
So, to be hospitable, to stand in the line at Maccas and purchase a big mac meal. Then offer your fries to someone less fortunate. I don't think so. Selfish world.
Although, yes, the minority do strictly adhere to the breaking bread. Some partake on Sunday church service. Others from many years of family tradition eat together around the family table. The Greeks and Italians are wonderful examples of this.
Here in Australia, the breaking of bread, known as the Sunday roast has lost it's value. Even though many reminisce about Nana's Sunday roast.
However you enjoy, breaking bread, do it with compassion and unconditional love. Not only for yourself, but for those who are your neighbour – the whole of mankind.
Share not only your monetary values but your heart.
Not in the same cruel tyrant style, but, in the plenty of “”let them eat cake,”” Queen Marie Antoinette. Just remember to also provide tea or coffee to wash it down with.
When the sun sets over your hard tolled land and the clock strikes five, remember one thing, it's great to be alive.
Readmore: http://imaginifbusiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wedding-vow.html
Julie, it is indeed great to be alive and it is great that YOU are alive.
ReplyDeleteI want to eat Mungalli Cheese cake. I will share :)
Share with me, I'll always appreciate cheese cake.
ReplyDeleteVery philosophical Julie :-) I have been thinking about the nature of "celebration" this year and the breaking of bread is such a very important part of that.
ReplyDeleteAnd oh, for the Sunday roast - I tell you between cheesecake (a real favorite of mine) and a roast, I am salivating after reading todays posts :-)
Thanks MG, I get philosophical sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteFood is a wonderful way for people to come together.
There's only one thing left to do...which to eat first, the cheese cake or Sunday roast?