Barbecue Chicken Pizza and the Parable of the Yeast

My weekends are quiet. In fact, so quiet, that I got the edits to a manuscript back to my major professor in record time. Well before she needed them (gold star for me from me)!

My weekday nights are quiet too. There are no pranks being pulled, no shenanigans. My partner in crime is off at class, prepping for a big exam.

Today is my last day of summer. I spent the morning combing through a delightful essay I stumbled upon called "The Gender of God in the New Testament and the Spirituality of Women." Then I headed off to a dentist appointment, ran a few errands collecting red onions and gouda cheese, and watched episodes 10 and 11 of season five of Breaking Bad. I started watching the series about three weeks ago. Yeah...

Tonight promises to be full of Breaking Bad and barbecue chicken pizza. My favorite.

oh no
As I was warming the yeast in water and making the dough, watching it rise, I reflected on The Parable of the Yeast, which I had never read or learned before this morning...
He spoke to them another parable. The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed with three measures of wheat flour until the whole batch was leavened. (Matthew 13:33) 
This parable follows The Parable of the Mustard Seed, one many of us know. Both of these parables contain nifty metaphors for God, in one God is feminine, the other God is masculine. A baker, a farmer.

Food for thought. And food for bellies.

Gouda cheese, red onions, chicken breasts cooked in Sweet Baby Ray's

1 remarks:

Emily said...

Looks like a super yummy dinner!