Team Peeta. If you've read "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins, then you know exactly what I mean. I love the boy with the bread.
I loved the character that Suzanne created in Peeta. He fed the poor and hungry, Katniss, while he could have let her die of starvation. He fought beside her, even with his own life hanging in the balance. And he loved her, even when she couldn't decide who she was or who she loved. And if death was his fate, he wanted to die as himself, unchanged by the rules of the game or the expectations of the crowd.
I love the boy with the bread. Peeta reminds me of Christ. He fed the poor and hungry. He gave them both physical bread and the offer of eternal life. He fights for us, even when we fear the outcome might not be what we expect or hope it to be. Even when our lives are turned upside down and the terrain ahead is rocky and uncertain.
He walks with us.
He "prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies..." Psalm 23:5
He loves us, even when we don't know who we are or who we love. When we fall and follow man-made rules; He patiently waits for us. He doesn't force His love upon us, but let's us choose. And He came to Earth, knowing the rules of the game meant imminent death. He knew he would taste betrayal and that delusional crowds would ultimately chant, "Crucify Him!" But, he was loyal unto death, because in the end, perfect love wins out.
I love the man with the bread, for His perfect love has saved my life. #TeamJesus.