Challah on Friday night just feels right. At least to me it does. No, I'm not Jewish. But as a newfound believer in the testimony of Jesus Christ, whom I believe is and was indeed the fulfilment of Messianic prophecy, the "Anointed One," I have an appreciation for this traditional bread which the People of God ate with gratitude to commemorate their escape from Egypt. I first tasted challah at a Shabbat dinner I was invited to years ago and I remember there being something so warm and sweet about this unique genre of bread. Years later, I started to read a spiritual memoir in which the author, an Orthodox Jewish convert to Christ, tells of her love for challah and how baking it on Friday evenings was part of her weekly routine to bring in the Sabbath. So I love the spiritual and historical significance this simple baked bundle of wheat, honey, egg, and water carries. I feel closer to the Bread of Life through every bite.














