The King had food to give.
But, the rich did not take it. They were self-satisfied.
It was the poor that could not believe their good fortune.
The needy never say no to help. I remember distributing sandwiches once to the homeless -- those that literally had one set of clothes and a box to call home. They knew they were in need. So, when offered help, they called themselves fortunate and took the offer without hesitation. They knew they'd be a fool to let it pass them by.
I saw myself in their eyes -- not in the physical sense, but the spiritual sense. I am a woman in need. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. And, the minute I admit that truth is the minute that I am able to receive the King's Bread.