“I better be careful. I’ll probably show up on your blog tomorrow.”

That’s what my new friend Robert said. He was right.

He asked whether this post had been written on Wednesday, if I remember our conversation right. I told him that it would be written between the time of our conversation, at 7:30 Thursday evening, and when I went to bed. That’s how I usually write.

It keeps me a little more honest, a little more dependent on God.

I recently read that the word that Jesus uses for “daily bread” in the prayer we know as The Lord’s Prayer is the word for “daily bread”. The bread that is baked fresh every morning and delivered to your local store. Not some theoretical, theological something, but daily bread.

For the audience listening to Jesus that day, “daily bread” would have been a reminder of the bread that the people of Israel got every day (but Saturday) as they wandered the wilderness for forty years. Daily bread would have been a reminder of a widow that fed Elijah every day from a jar of flour that seemed bottomless.

Two heroes, Moses and Elijah, and their stories of endless provision of daily bread.

Jesus taught the disciples to acknowledge God’s holiness, to seek his Kingdom and his will, to ask for forgiveness, to request great victories in the spiritual realm. And all of those things are necessary and important. But Jesus also knew that there are daily needs, practical needs, like sleep and blog posts and food. And it is perfectly acceptable, perfectly spiritual to ask for daily bread.

It’s a reminder that food isn’t always up to us. And our brilliance. And that maybe someone else is praying for daily bread. And we are invited to be their miraculous answer.