Those of you who know me know that I have this thing, this little diatribe I do that Jesus must have been a loaf of bread. Literally. I make that point very emphatically, to the point of annoying people at dinner parties.
It's just too easy a comparison to think about how when you make bread, you let it rise (on the cross) until doubled, "punch it down" (or watch it die), and then let it rise again (resurrect).
And lest we forget the miracle of the loaves and fishes? When good bread is made, a small portion of the dough is left behind as a "starter" for the next loaves of bread. Thusly, thousands of people can be fed from just one loaf.
But what happened on Friday was a different type of salvation.
After being a bit blue on Thursday, fending off angry customers and encroaching competition, I decided to make chili which meant cornbread. But not just any cornbread. I was thinking I wanted to make Sourdough Cornbread. So I turned to my favorite girl on the internet. I knew she'd have it and sure enough, there it was.
We're talking all of the cornbread fun without all the sweetness. It was dense like a good loaf of country sourdough, but meatier. I had 4 (maybe 5) slices with some good butter and kosher salt. I had another two slices the next day with butter and a spoon of Boat Street Pickled Plums.
Everything about my grumpy Thursday dissolved away in the creamy substance of this bread.
So whether or not Jesus or bread is my ultimate salvation is anybody's guess. I just know making something I like saves the day.