From A Womens Heart, by Beth Moore
My father was in the battalion that broke open the gates and announced freedom to prisoners in Dachau, a Nazi concentration camp. The emaciated prisoners kissed the soldiers' feet and repeatedly cried out their thanksgiving. In that moment the soldiers' lives were forever changed. The liberation, however, posed an immediate problem; the children. Either they had been separated from their parents or their parents were dead. Either way, they had no where to go. An army hospital was set up at once to care for them, where they were bathed , fed, and warmed. However, it wasnt enough. Every night brought horrifying nightmares, making rest impossible for the children and the personnel.
Finally, one man lined up the children at bedtime, gathered loaves from the kitchen, and tore off a piece of bread for each child. The children curled up in their beds, nestled the bread against their breasts, and slept with the angels.
As we gather together today with our feast on the table we need to remember those who have little or nothing. We should also remember " The Bread of Presence" The bread of God is He who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world john 6:33 May be be forever gratful for the gift of his very life He gave for us so that we can live with Him , in heaven, forever.
