Thinking of ourselves as a gift to Jesus (John 6:35-40)

This week my training incumbent and other parish stalwarts are away on pilgrimage, and I’m left minding the ‘shop’. Our usual midweek Eucharist, of necessity therefore has to be Morning Prayer (as I’m still in my diaconal year), though some who number the regular congregation mid-week are away on this pilgrimage, so we are depleted in number. From this short time together in our chapel, I go to our local care home to share ‘Home Communion’ with a little group who will sing old familiar hymns and I use the same passage as at the service of Morning Prayer, by tradition in the parish, still the Gospel for Eucharist.

But when faced in the lectionary with the ‘old chestnut’ of the first of John’s “I am” sayings… “I am the bread of life”, what could I say that might be fresh to those, most of whom are in what might be styled their declining years, or in care towards the end of their lives? 

So, in the absence of any further inspiration, I’ve written the following short reflection, which I’m hoping isn’t too heretical, though I am more than happy to be corrected if appropraite. 


“It is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day”. (John 6:35-40)

I wonder what is the present that we have received that we treasure most? What is that would most break our hearts if we lost it, or it was stolen from us?

Or is our treasure something else? A relationship perhaps, or our eyesight, mobility or independence? Something or someone that makes us want to get up each morning and encounter the world afresh? 

Perhaps, sadly we feel like we’ve already lost what we treasure most.

Are we regarded as a gift to someone else? Do we give them the encouragement, strength and motivation to do things that they might not otherwise consider themselves able to achieve? Who do we bring joy when we spend time with them?

Well for Jesus, each of us who have approached him in faith, and recognise him as the bread of life, our daily source of nourishment, is a gift. Yes, by God’s grace he is a gift to us, in his birth, death and resurrection, and that is something we’re quite used to considering I suspect. But how often do we remember that our recognition of and faith in Jesus are a gift to him? 

I wonder if being given by God as a gift to Jesus changes the way we perceive ourselves? 

It may be that the idea makes us feel special. We have been especially given into Jesus’s care, and as such it may make us feel our existence is more worthwhile as a spiritual gift to Jesus than our mundane earthly existence would suggest. It can give us a closeness to Jesus that makes the conversation piece of prayer one of the key-points of our lives.

It might be that the idea makes us feel unworthy. Many of us will have times when we feel, there is surely no way we are good enough to be a gift worthy of Jesus’ attention let alone his tone of celebration in this reading?! And yet, here he is saying that we are such a treasured gift from God that he will raise us up as a new creation at the culmination of God’s Kingdom.

That surely is what is so exciting about being God’s gift to Jesus? Not what we have been at whatever we might regard at the pinnacle of our achievements, or even the totality of what we have accomplished by the end our earthly life. 

What is exciting about being God’s gift to Jesus should surely be to discover what God will have fashioned us into, from the raw materials of our lives now, when we reach our fulfilment in his presence. Our faith, our belief in the risen Jesus as the bread of life, at whatever stage it is and however we manage to live it out within the constrictions placed on us in this earthly life, is merely the embryo of what it will become when God brings us to completion in Christ, on the last day.

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About ramtopsrac

Church of England Priest, child of God, daughter of the New Forest, wife and mother.
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