The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread
I could see them, 20 parallel serrated blades ready for use. I just needed to figure out how to get them moving, but I was pretty sure I’d hack my arm off if I did it wrong. “Excuse me, sir. Can you show us how to use the bread slicer?” I felt silly asking this question at our local super market in February, but our bagger was more than happy to show us how to use the ominous machine.
Sliced bread is sold here in SA but fresh baked bread is cheaper and delicious! After paying at the register you find the machine in the corner, un-bag your bread, slice it with the machine, re-bag it and voila! fresh bread ready for toast or sandwiches. “This would never fly in America” Keith pointed out, “Can you imagine the lawsuits if Rayley’s had industrial bread slicers for customers to use?” We laughed and drove home to share our exciting adventure with our teammates.
We have been in South Africa for 4 months now and the novelty of the bread slicer has definitely worn off. We’ve discovered that most days the fresh loaves are too tall and wide for the dimensions of the slicer, resulting in a blob of squished and mangled bread. “This is ridiculous! Why is this country so inefficient?!” I exploded in the car after another loaf was ruined by the evil slicer.
Why did something so insignificant, that fascinated me just weeks ago, now throw me into a sour mood? I realized it goes back to my selfish desire for comfort. It’s uncomfortable and often times inconvenient to follow Jesus (in this case over-seas). But Jesus didn’t promise a comfortable life. He actually said following him and proclaiming his name is more important than our comfort (Luke 9:57-62). Seeing Christ’s name glorified in my life and in lives around the world is worth life’s discomforts big and small. And it’s definitely worth a few loaves of smashed bread.



















































































































































