What is it?
Back in December, before any of this had a shape, we took a wander through the south of Adelaide. We stopped at a café called Manna, in McLaren Vale, before we spent a few days reading the Bible, exploring the region, and worshipping together.
Months later, on a Thursday night in April, Kym from The Local – SA, a show on 5TripleZ built to champion South Australian artists, would put Sit At Your Feetto air. We were in her lineup between a handful of other local acts. We didn't pitch for it. We didn't know it was coming. And when we found out, we didn't even know which song she'd played.
And in the weeks that followed, McLaren Vale — the town 5TripleZ calls home, the town where the wander began — became one of the highest-streaming cities for these songs anywhere in the world.
When God led his people out of slavery in Egypt, on their way to the Promised Land, in the wilderness, the bread that kept them alive came without them having to work for it, and they named it with a question. Manna — what is it? — because when they first saw it on the ground after the dew lifted, they had no category for it. It came with the morning. It couldn't be stored. You gathered what was there, and trusted God would bring more.
In the wilderness, when the devil tempted Jesus to turn stones to bread, Jesus answered, "Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God."
Later, a crowd chased Him around a lake because He'd fed them loaves. He told them plainly: you're looking for me because you ate, not because you saw. You're working for bread that spoils — work for the bread that lasts, the bread from heaven.
The better thing was never the loaves. It was always the One handing them out, the Bread of Life who gives our daily bread.
As we stepped out in faith and kept giving God our yes, we kept seeing things that we can’t explain. And there is something else here that we keep returning to.
In January, leading up to our first worship night, Life FM shared our story, our journey, and the worship night, and some of the people in the room had driven in from as far as McLaren Vale. They went home carrying words from our songs.
Radio carried an invitation into that town. Some of them made the drive. Months later a local show down there played the song unasked, and the town it belongs to answered louder than almost anywhere on earth.
A cafe named Manna. We were not in any of the other rooms. He sets the table. And we keep finding His as we keep giving Him our Yes.
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