The bread machine of life?

I just love a great bread workout: kneading and folding, punching and pulling, tucking and tossing. Or at least I used to until we got the bread machine. Lookie here! We can pour in the ingredients, close the top, flip the switch and, in a few sumptuously fragrant hours, voila! Crispy crust and golden bread.

I did that until the starter packets ran out. Then the machine took its place in the corner and gathered dust until I reluctantly took it to the donation station.

Something about the ease of automatic left me wanting. Sure, the bread tasted marvelous but the attraction wasn’t in the tasting, it was in the processing. I was missing. I was missing my workout.

Today I read “Work out your own salvation which God has worked in you already” from Oswald Chambers. Never really been clear on the whole working out my own salvation. I mean, should I really be in charge of that? But the working in part, God’s part, the raw materials and the yeast, seem very like God. Have I been taking a bread machine approach to life? Hoping that if I just open the lid and let God pour in the goodies, all will be well on its own.

I sure hope God isn’t inclined to give up on me after the starter packets are done. Shove me in the corner, let me gather dust and ship me off to the Goodwill. I’d deserve it all. Thank goodness He’s a bit more patient. I expect he’s waiting for me to come back to the old fashioned way: knead, cover, let rest, let rise, punch down, cover, let rise again. Aha! Rise again! God’s been in charge of this process the whole time!

Figures it would take the bread of life to give rise to the life of God in me. Good thing it’s not automatic. What meaning would there be if I were just pre-programmed by the machine? I guess that’s the workout part. My part. Hope that yeast hasn’t expired.

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About wlebolt

Wendy is a health and fitness professional and coach who specializes in helping young athletes dig deep to reach high. Her business, Fit2Finish, LLC, serves the Washington DC metropolitan area.

Posted on May 16, 2014, in Body and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. What a wonderful metaphor! I love, love making bread – though I haven’t done it in years. It reminds me of my grandmother. Makes the house smell so good. Maybe I’ll have to go get some fresh yeast…

  2. Mary Anne Noland

    Have I told you about the book, Bake and Be Blessed? It is by a monk and I have often thought it would be a great Bible study if you had a church with a great kitchen and could use it to teach people to make bread at the same time. I need to finish reading it and get a little more familiar with making bread but maybe one day before too long. I’d love to take a course like that. Mary Anne

    Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 18:59:09 +0000 To: hoosx5@hotmail.com

  3. Sounds like a good workshop, Mary Anne. Also a great Bible study!

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