Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.   – John 6:35

Many years ago, our middlest child, Eliot, had reconstructive surgery on their upper jaw. It was a big surgery, and everyone was anxious. As we sat in the pre-op room, the surgeon came in to greet us and ask if we had any remaining questions or concerns. Then he did the most remarkable thing. He set down the special (and, I imagine, expensive) case holding his specialized “surgery glasses” and started to wrap up Eliot’s mane of curly hair. With those beautiful surgeon’s hands, he gently wrapped their hair in surgical cloth, tucking up each wayward curl, and securely taped it. He said he liked to do it himself to get it just right.

It was a job that could have been handled by anyone on that team. But the one whose hands would soon saw through our child’s jaw, were the hands that gently bound their hair.