Our life's bread is a Person. We may have much to do with Christianity and nothing to do with Christ. The other day I was in a great and wonderful bakery, but I never ate nor touched a morsel of bread. I touched the machinery. I was absorbingly interested in the processes, but I ate no bread! And I may be deeply interested in the means of grace, I may be familiar with all |the ins and outs| of ecclesiastical machinery, and I may never handle nor taste |the bread of God.| Our religion is dead and burdensome until it becomes a personal relation, and we have vital communion with Christ.

|Thou, O Christ, art all I want.| We find everything in Him. Everything else is preliminary, preparatory, subordinate, and to be in the long run dropped and forgotten. A ritual is only a way to |the bread,| and by no means essential, and very often undesirable. The heart can find the Lord with a look, with a cry, and needs no obtrusion of ritual or priest. But how pathetic! To be contented to potter about among the ritual and never to find the Bread! To be in the house and never to see the Host! |Ye search the Scriptures ... and ye will not come to Me.|