Dream Word – COST
Nehemiah 9:15 You gave them bread from heaven for their hunger, and brought them water out of the rock for their thirst, and told them to go in to possess the land which You had sworn to give them. NKJV
Of Betty Crocker Brioche & Tired Sweaty Bakers
It is the infamous Marie Antoinette, Archduchess of Austria and Queen of France and Navarre, who when confronted with the poverty and starvation of her people through lack of bread, is reputed to have replied , “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche” or, “Let them eat Cake!” I find this a most resonant statement, for in these strange days, one of the reasons I go to many churches is for the indulgence of cake. For other people it is good coffee or sweet overly iced donuts, but for me, it is cake! Chocolate cake, gooey cake, angel cake (always best served at charismatic churches), fruit cake, (if your going to get some of the latest 'new thing' that God is supposedly doing now, especially in North America) millionaire shortcake, (for the prosperity minded among us) indeed, any kind and combination of cake will do for me! Especially, yes especially if there is no bread! Are you listening now?
I am always amazed at what substandard fodder we Christians can become satisfied with. So much grotty grey gruel, each Sunday, simply slopped down on our empty and not so white, waiting plates. Yes, thank God for cake, because it’s the only thing that keeps me going back to church!
I am perpetually pleased though, at seeing the onset of wide eyes and open mouths on the faces of malnourished Christians when first encountering real bread, for when gruel-fed saints eventually get a taste of some real bread, some heavenly brioche, burgeoning fat with the goodness of God, they’ll change restaurants, yes, they will start a revolution and chop of the heads of all the lazy chefs who gave them grey gruel and Betty Crocker, quick served cake as a substitute for hard earned study bread.
Whenever I take on a pastorate I am always a little perplexed at the known workload that is about to come upon me once again, for I desire to be a good baker, and with good bakers that make the best of breads, there are no short cuts, yes, despite me being only 5’ 6, there are no short cooks. For me, this means rising earlier than most, to light my oven. It means maintaining my yeast at just the right temperature, and much more than this, it means finding the right fertilizer for my soil, it means digging, ploughing, sowing, reaping, milling, and God help me, it means a lot of unseen sweat, shed in lonely fields. Preparing bread is the hardest work I have ever done.
Preacher, if your folks are going to church mostly for the cake, then you’re a lazy slob and a disgrace to your baker race. You’re a Betty Crocker crook, serving up sugary rubbish that isn’t even your own and frankly, you needs must get out of the kitchen. Friend, if you are a member of a congregation and all you are going to church for is some of that gooey cake, then eventually, your teeth are going to fall out, and your paunch will grow lopping belt fat, and cover any reproductive organs you might have had. You’ll die of spiritual diabetes!
It is only silly queens that cry “Let them eat cake!” Remember that. Selah.
Listen: - In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread (Genesis 3:19 NKJV.)
Pray:- Lord, we pray for our bakers, that they would rise early to their tasks, labour long on their production, and serve us well with the bread from heaven. Lord send us workers and not shirkers, we Your hungry people pray, amen.