bread and peanut butter

catalyst [ˈkætəlɪst]

1. (Chemistry) a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself suffering any permanent chemical change

Everyday examples of catalysts: soapmaking (using lye), breadmaking, (using yeast) and the fermentation of wine into vinegar.

2. a person or thing that causes a change

So if you're a bowl of flour and you want to become a nice fluffy loaf of bread, you need a tiny amount of yeast to make the chemical change. After the bread is baked, the yeast can no longer be tasted; it's part of the whole product. Same as soap; the caustic lye that is used with much caution in preparation loses its harmful qualities and becomes part of the soap. Some people are like that, they change you and somehow become part of who you are, something new.

But if you are a spoonful of peanut butter and you get smushed together with some jelly and bread, yes, you are a big mess, but you COULD be carefully pried apart and you would still be, peanut butter. Some people are like that, they can mix up with you and not change you, really, you're still your old self. Or if you are a white fluffy marshmallow, and someone stabs you and holds you over a campfire, you become light brown and slightly toasty-crispy on the outside and really soft and gooey on the inside. and hot! But if the catalyst of the fire is too close or stays too long, you become black and burned to a crisp. Some people are like fire, too, they enter your life briefly, change you, then leave you, either pleasantly toasted or burned to a crisp. But changed.

 

So it is with God. He is the great bread baker. He sees that we are just like that bowl of flour. If left to ourselves, we pretty much stay the same. We could roll around with some oil and water, salt and sugar, but we'd still be flour, just wet and in a big mess. But if he adds a catalyst, some sort of event or person, to the mix, like yeast, we start to change. Whether it's a change we desire or not, it happens. When yeast acts on the flour, the dough begins to rise. Sometimes we rise in a good way when God allows those catalysts to act in our lives. But at some point, the dough rises too high, and it must be punched down, manually, with one's fists. Same thing with God, He has to pummel us back down when we get too full of ourselves. As many times as it takes. And finally, that bread is put in the oven, in that intense heat, to bake to its full perfection. Analogy here, the heat of the trials in our lives. While the actual bread-baking process takes only a couple hours, we won't reach our full perfection till eternity. Constantly being re-worked in this lifetime, having new yeast added to our mix, those people who enter in and become something new with us, and then those people that are just fun to mix with, those peanut butter and jelly mixtures, and then....there are those fires.

So there you have it. Bread and peanut butter.

Marshmallows, Campfires, Yeast, and Jelly.

That's about as deep as I go.

Ping!!!

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p.s. i'm hungry now.

 

 

 

 

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