Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Homemade Bread

A few years ago my Aunt bought me a bread maker for Christmas. There is nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread. It even has a sinful little timer that you can set so that the bread will start mixing and kneading several hours before you wake up. This is so you can be coxed out of bed with a mouth-watering smell of freshness. Absolute evil!

There is a difference in bread makers and store bought bread. The bread you buy in the store is light, soft, and usually has little taste. Bread makers usually end up making bread that is thick, hearty, and full of different flavors. Sometimes they don’t turn out just perfect; (for whatever reason I really have not figured out) nevertheless, you still slap some butter on it and eat it anyway (as if you were the one who slaved for it).

This past Sunday night was an experience similar to waking up to homemade bread. To anyone who was not in service at Life Tabernacle, you missed something to feast from. Sis. Nona Freeman, with inspiration in the Holy Ghost, gifted to Life Tabernacle a steaming hot, hearty, freshly baked, mouth-watering loaf of bread. Sunday morning was a great service; however, Sunday evening was the reason she came. This anointed and powerful lady of God challenged our church to move into the ‘Power Dimension.’ And it was powerful.

The Word that she delivered from God had been a message several years in the making. As she read each verse of scripture she discussed where and when God had revealed to her the steps for getting into the Power Dimension. Once she announced the last step, she became very weak, and could hardly stand at the pulpit. Our pastor, nurses in our congregation, and others came to the platform to help out. For a mere moment no one in the congregation knew what to do. Then it happened. Life Tabernacle unsheathed her sword.

Not one person in the church failed to fight for Sis. Freeman and the remainder of our service. The whole congregation was unified in spiritual warfare. Sis. Freeman herself said she was being attacked by the enemy to prevent the next part of the service from taking place. What a miserable failure his attack turned out to be. Within moments Sis. Freeman’s strength began to return. Our ninety-something year old evangelist laid her hand on almost every head in our church. Old people, young people, sick people, well people, anyone whose faith was strong enough to come was strengthened beyond measure.

Sunday evening was a feast. Not a feast of high fashion, but a feast that was right down where one lived. A feast that was hearty and filling. A feast that lingers with you days after it’s over. The bread we ate Sunday night was the type of bread that had to be torn with your hands- pulled apart and eaten in large bites with lots of chewing. It was bread that had been made with time- a life time in fact. Bread that had been prepared by hand.

13 comments:

Keith and Carla said...

Enjoyed your summary - good writing!

Anonymous said...

WOW JOSEPH! You wrote a perfect account of the powerful service we had with Sis. Freeman! I want to keep that "fresh baked bread" always! I have felt the lingering power of
God from her message and visit every time I think about what God did Sunday night. Thank you for your masterful way of writing this post. I enjoyed it!

Anonymous said...

WOW JOSEPH! You wrote a perfect account of the powerful service we had with Sis. Freeman! I want to keep that "fresh baked bread" always! I have felt the lingering power of
God from her message and visit every time I think about what God did Sunday night. Thank you for your masterful way of writing this post. I enjoyed it!

Anonymous said...

Excellent illustration of what it was like to be there! Thanks for pulling us into what happened on Sunday.

Anonymous said...

Wow! You made me want to experience it!

Ronda Hurst said...

Joseph, I so enjoyed this writing about Sis. Freeman and the service there on Sunday. She is a powerful vessel of God. There is no telling what God will do through those she laid hands on.
Sis. Hurst
p.s. I want one of those bread machines. You made my mouth water. lol
www.iluv2prshim.wordpress.com

Anonymous said...

Bro. Joseph -- how wonderful! Your words definitely described how God moved in our service on Sunday. I so appreciate you putting it oout there for all to see and read. Oh how I love bread, especially when it is from the oven of the Lord.
Bless you always!

Anonymous said...

Once again you are WONDERFUL. Don't forget to make a couple of loaves for Christmas. Sourdough and regular would be nice.

Love ya,
Mom

Anonymous said...

I would like to get in on the "couple of loaves for Christmas"! Two regular would be fine with me, Joseph! (hint-hint) Just let me know when I can pick them up! We will be eating Christmas dinner around 3:00 on Monday! LOL!

Anonymous said...

I'm going to be at Sis. Elms house - so I'm all for the bread on Monday!!

Joseph said...

Well there are no promises about the bread... but thanks for all the great words.

Anonymous said...

Ah man! I can't believe I can't get a promise of some "fresh homemade bread" from you. LOL! I'll still be "hoping " for some delicious, warm, bread. Ummmm......good!

Keith and Carla said...

Sis. Elms and Karla,

I have a bread machine at my house, and I WILL make you some bread if you will come see me!!! Any kind you want...white, wheat, Hawaiian...the list goes on. Is it making your mouth water?

Ummm...delicious!