Yet before dough is bread, it must be kneaded, and rise. God kneads us over a lifetime, working intention and holy love into us, the way a baker works bread. And like muscles kneaded in massage, sometimes the holy work hurts. We are pushed to look at ourselves and our world and see things we would rather not. But we in the Body of Christ change and grow strong like the dough with working yeast and gluten when we place ourselves in God’s care. Then we must be left alone, in a quiet warm place to rise – a warm place filled with love, prayers and caring.
(Then we shared the wonderful breads that Rowe brought – challah, tortillas, and naan! Yum!)
Yours in peace and hope,