The Night God Didn’t Wait: A Lesson in Unleavened Bread and Unexpected Acceleration

A wry smile tugged at my lips as the irony of the moment settled in.

There I was, greasy fingers scrolling through a devotional while waiting – impatiently – for my bread dough to rise. Two hours had passed already, and the dough still looked like it needed another hour. I was tempted to shove it into the oven as‑is. After all, why should it take so long?

“Why am I even making this bread?” I muttered, half‑annoyed.
I wanted to be at the seaside, not babysitting dough.

Then the question dropped.

“Why do you think it is called unleavened bread?”

Without hesitation, I answered,
“It had no yeast.”

“Why did it have no yeast?”

That one stopped me. My eyelids scrunched, my brain rummaging for the obvious answer like a student whispering exam questions to herself, hoping the answer would magically appear.

“Why did it have no yeast?” I repeated aloud.
And then it dawned on me.

“Because they were in a hurry.”

“No. God – not them – was in a hurry.”

“Same thing.”

“No. Don’t get it twisted.”

I sighed. “What’s the difference? They had to leave quickly. No time for dough to rise.”

“How many years did they stay in Egypt?”

“430.”

“So what would one extra night have cost them?”

At this point, I leaned against the wall, phone closed, Bible study forgotten.

“What is all this wahala? I was just studying my Bible while baking bread. How did we jump from dough to Egypt?”

“You’re staring at the words unleavened bread while waiting for your own leavened bread to rise. We might as well get practical.”

I rolled my eyes. “One extra night for the dough to rise, right? You like showing off. What would it have cost?”

“Child, you still don’t get it.”
“I get it. You were showing off.”

“It means that no matter how long you think your situation has dragged on, I can flip it so quickly that you, the main actor, become a spectator in your own story. I specialise in divine acceleration.”

Then came the final instruction:

“Now, go and check your dough.”

Dear Reader, need I tell you that I never returned to that Bible study on my phone?

Key Takeaway: God Doesn’t Need Time. We Do

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