O Jerusalem, glorify the Lord, who gives you your fill of finest wheat. Ps 147: 12, 14
Of course, sung at Mass this brief text requires our interpretation, our accommodating this Jewish text to our Christian context. For we are not Jerusalem. And indeed, even Jerusalem has failed to be the city of the living God. No longer is it graced by the Temple, the house of God. We might argue whether it is made or marred by the plethora of religious buildings that now fill it.
The finest wheat which the Lord gives us is not the harvest of this earth, still less harvest of the land of Israel. The finest wheat is that which become the Eucharistic bread. It is Christ himself who is given us in a sliver of ‘Bread’. The wheat, the harvest, is gift of heaven not of earth, but it is fed to those who are still very much of this earth, to fit us for heaven.
View of Jerusalem. (c) 2013, Allen Morris