By reader request, I Am the Bread of Life.
That picture of Jesus–we always had it in our home, when I was growing up. Indeed, I saw it in a lot of homes, and Sunday school classrooms. I have no idea who painted it, or when.
Y’know, my folks weren’t theologians, they never thought of holding family Bible study. But oh, boy, we grew up knowing who our Savior was! To this day I would rejoice if My Lord were as solidly real to me now as He was when I was six years old.
Confound it, there go the eyes again. Must be the stuff the doctor put in them this morning.