Bread dough the color of molasses yielded to the pressure of my working fist. Fold, press, turn, repeat, and soon I lost count of how many times I had kneaded the fragrant lump. With the recipe calling for three hundred repetitions, I began to wonder—
But switching to the heel of my hand, I persevered.
Eventually, I sensed a change in the texture and smooth elasticity as the gluten developed the necessary strands that would capture the gas bubbles created by the yeast, allowing the dough to stretch and expand as it rose.
Bread-makers want to create the conditions for the dough to rise, but we are completely helpless to make it happen on our own.
So we trust the recipe.
We follow the directions given.
Reading the Bible and kneading bread as purely physical acts could easily become sheer discipline, items on a never-ending checklist. However, viewed with an awareness of the invisible, life-giving force at work behind the scenes, I find that I am participating in something that is bigger than what I can see.
A few days after Jana Carlson invited me to write a post for Women Wielding the Word, I stood at the kitchen counter and experienced the connection between the disciplines of the Christian life and the simple, methodical, and yet crucial act of kneading bread dough. I invite you to join me over at Jana’s place for a quiet meditation at the meeting place between ordinary life and supernatural truth.
Looking forward to meeting you there!
Following the directions,
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