John Chrysostom
For four decades, they wandered in the desert; their hair remained unaffected, their nails untrimmed, their garments pristine, and their footwear undamaged. They did not toil, nor did they till the soil; they refrained from yoking oxen, plowing fields, or making furrows. They did not scatter thorns, sow seeds, or await rain; they did not look for the scorching sun's heat, anticipate the harvest season, sharpen sickles, reap the grain, bind the sheaves, or take them to the threshing floor for winnowing. They did not trample the grain, clean it, knead the dough, or bake bread—none of these activities occurred. Yet they consumed bread that was not earned by their labor. They were provided sustenance without any preparation; in their tranquility, they mirrored the angels, transcending their inherent frailties. And He was invited to a feast (John 2:2).