My normal practice on Sunday mornings is to eat breakfast early enough so that I will have a chance to fast at least one hour before receiving the Eucharist. Yesterday morning, breakfast was theological.
It began simply with coffee, calling to mind the joy and exuberance of the Psalmist as he declares his delight in the Lord.
I also had an egg, calling to mind the Easter victory and confession: “He is risen!” and Mary Magdalene’s reception and announcement of this proclamation “early on the first day of the week.” We may dye all our Easter eggs red this year in celebration of her witness. The egg was cooked in butter, calling to mind the richness of the Promised Land and of the New Heaven and New Earth.
I had toast, calling to mind the centrality of Bread in both testaments, particularly in the breaking of the bread in the Last Supper and in the Eucharist. And it was topped with apricot jelly, calling to mind Jesus’ admonitions to “bear fruit” and the “fruits of the Spirit” in Galatians.
Never before has breakfast been so theological for me.