When matter of a certain sort contains a leavening agent, it ferments . . . becomes inflamed . . . aroused to a high degree of passion . . . and what, you may be asking yourself, is calling these thoughts to mind on this gray and rainy Saturday? Is it because I’m the one in the house who is awake? Partly, as grumpy needed a nap. Is the quiet getting to me? You could say that. Is it the bread in my oven and the other loaf on the cooling rack? Yes, that’s part of it. Has the hope of a rising sun brought to mind thoughts of the risen Son? Yes, that too. Still . . . think about it.
We’re all down sometimes. Maybe that’s not such a dreadful thing . . . not a permanent condition . . . not a death sentence . . . but merely a step in the process and if we but rest and let the leavening work in us, oh what a change will be the result in us! In any event, it somehow seems brighter to me just now though the rain still falls.
Oh, my house smells wonderful too with one loaf of cinnamon bread cooling nicely on the rack and another, white soda bread, finishing up in the oven. Drop in, won’t you? Perhaps a glass of sweet tea and a bit of bread? Perhaps a smear of butter, pimento cheese spread, blueberry jam or strawberry preserves?
King James Version (KJV)
24 This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice
and be glad in it.