Have you ever walked into a house where bread is baking? The aroma fills every corner, and before long, you find yourself drawn to the kitchen, hungry for a taste. There’s something irresistible about the smell of fresh bread—it’s comforting, inviting, and it stirs up an appetite you didn’t even know you had. Now, imagine this: when the loaf comes out of the oven, its aroma intensifies. But it’s when the bread is broken that the true depth of its aroma is released, filling the air and drawing everyone in. It’s as if the bread is saying, This is who I truly am. Taste and see. That, my friend, is a picture of Jesus. In John 6:35, Jesus declares, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” He offers us spiritual sustenance, a satisfaction that only He can give. When He walked this earth, His life was a sweet aroma, inviting everyone into a deeper relationship with God. But it wasn’t until His body—like bread—was broken for us that we could fully experience the depth of His love. At the Last Supper, Jesus broke bread