EPIOUSION BREAD

Did you ever hear of this? What truly satisfies…

EPIOUSION BREAD

(Ee- pwee-zhion)

In a windswept quarter of the city, where cobbled streets echoed the footsteps of men who had long forgotten what they were chasing, there lived a quiet craftsman named Thalen. By trade he worked with wood, but in his soul, he searched for something far less common than cedar or oak.

Thalen was a man who prayed in silence and listened for answers in the wind. He had seen many a man beat his chest and pray loudly thinking that these actions would somehow stir a response from God. One night, while reading a torn page of an old psalter he found at a market stall, his eyes landed on a strange, haunting word: epiousion.

It was scrawled in the margins beside “Give us this day our daily bread,” but the note beneath whispered something far deeper:

“Not daily. Not ordinary. This is the Bread of Being.”

That word clung to him like smoke. He asked priests, teachers, and traveling mystics what it meant—but no one dared to say.

Finally, in the back corner of a forgotten café, an old man leaned in and whispered, “You want to find epiousion? Then ask Mariven. He’s a baker. But not the kind you’re used to.”

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Thalen tracked the name across neighborhoods and calendars. He finally found the shop—not listed, not labeled—tucked beneath ivy and stone. A cracked wooden door bore a barely visible etching:

“Ask, and you shall be fed.”

He called the number pinned to the post.

“I seek epiousion bread,” Thalen said, voice uncertain.

A long silence followed. Then, with the gravity of thunderclouds, the answer came:

“You’re not the first. Come in an hour. Come alone.”

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When Thalen arrived, the shop was dim. No bustling ovens, no glass cases of pastries. Just one table, one loaf, and one man.

Mariven.

He was draped in a robe the color of worn parchment. His hands were still dusted with flour that seemed more celestial than earthly.

“You seek bread,” Mariven said without looking up. “But bread for what?”

Thalen hesitated. “For… being. For wholeness. For the ache that nothing else touches.”

At this, Mariven met his gaze, and Thalen felt as though he were being read from the inside out.

“This is not bread to fill your belly,” the baker said. “This is the bread that fills the empty chambers of your soul. This is epiousion—supersubstantial. Given from beyond time. It is the breaking that makes one whole.”

He pulled back the linen covering the loaf. It steamed faintly though no fire had burned. Within the crust were threads of gold and grains that shimmered like morning stars.

Thalen reached out instinctively, but Mariven stopped him.

“This bread is not earned,” he said. “It is received. From the hands of the Provider. It is not just for today—it is for the Coming Day. Communion. Covenant. Oneness.”

The baker broke the bread and handed him a piece.

As Thalen tasted it, the bakery vanished. He stood before a throne of light. A table stretched wide across eternity. The Lamb broke bread and offered it to the nations, His eyes meeting Thalen’s.

A voice spoke—not with volume, but with finality:

“Apart from Me, you can do nothing.”

When he returned to himself, Thalen was on his knees, the last of the bread warm in his hand. Mariven said nothing more.

He didn’t need to.

Thalen left, full—not with food, but with Presence.

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• What kind of bread do you seek?

• Are you striving for what perishes—or receiving what endures?

• Where is your provision coming from?

• Who—truly—is your Provider?

• “Give us this day our epiousion bread.” — Matthew 6:11 (Greek)

• “I am the bread of life.” — John 6:35

“For the bread of God is he which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life unto the world. And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.”

‭‭John‬ ‭6‬:‭33‬, ‭35‬ ‭KJV‬‬

• “He who eats this bread will live forever.” — John 6:58

• “Apart from Me you can do nothing.” — John 15:5

• “Do not labor for the food which perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life…”— John 6:27

• “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.” — Matthew 5:6