At first I am beset with a sense of well-being, but I don't know why. Then I pause to think what that smell is. Then I get up from my desk, and I go downstairs to the kitchen. It's not just the bread. The bread draws me to the bread maker.
W e serve bread in the Holy Eucharist.
I am always moved when I see fathers and mothers leave the nave to get their children for the Eucharist. When they return, I see their children who are already smiling. They know that they are going to get bread. The children experience God's initiative through the parents' who go get them and bring them to the Lord's table. It is the bread that draws them.