On a cold, rainy morning, I remember my mother’s cinammon rolls. Warm, fresh out of the oven, slathered in butter–a sign of God’s presence, and an assurance that all is well.
Doesn’t Jesus compare the Kingdom of God to yeast that a woman mixed in with three measures of flour “until it was all leavened?” (see Luke 13:20) Am I supposed to be using this yeast to leaven the world?
What if each one of us took a packet of spiritual yeast and spread it around us, so that the world would become lighter, less violent, more compassionate. You can’t buy this yeast at the store, but you can receive it in prayer. Especially in prayers of thanksgiving.
Would that the world could be like my mother’s cinammon rolls–warm, yeasty, filling, comforting, and sweetly, gently decadent in a holy sort of way (so that you truly believe in the active presence of God).
Go. Get yourself some yeast. Or better yet, become the yeast yourself. Watch things get better.