My wife, Lily, was away on the weekend. She had left me some things to eat that I could just heat up. I thought it would be a nice idea to try out some of the kitchen appliances I hardly ever use.
I decided to toast a bun and then put some peanut butter on it – that would be natural peanut butter, not the Kraft kind. You can tell the difference because when you open a fresh jar of natural peanut butter, there is about an inch of oil on top that you need to stir into the peanut butter. If you have ever mixed cement, that’s pretty much what you have to do with the peanut butter. You get out an auger and . . . okay it’s not quite that bad.
Anyway, I decided I would toast the bun in our toaster oven. We haven’t had it that long and I don’t use it all that often. We had an old one that is now up at the cottage. We inherited it from my dad; it’s pretty old, but it does the trick.
I noticed with this new toaster oven, however, that though it was clean and shiny and looked all modern, it takes forever to heat something up! Normally, things progress by getting better and faster and more efficient. I’m not sure this new toaster oven is more efficient or better, but I’m positive it’s NOT faster!
I put the bun in, set it to toast, and watched. Nothing seemed to be happening. I finally went and read the paper. I almost forgot it was there. Finally, after a section of the paper and two flyers, the bun had sufficiently been toasted.
What is the deal with that? Why so long? I wondered if maybe some two year old child had tried to stick his head in a toaster oven one time and some activist got the idea that we have to make toaster ovens safer. So instead of heating things up fast, now they’re designed to heat things up over the course of a day. That would give a two year old and his parents enough time to get his head out of the toaster oven before he singed a hair or something.
I’m longing for our toaster oven at the cottage. You can burn yourself on that one if you’re not careful. But you’re supposed to be careful; it’s an appliance that combines electricity and heat – two things that kids shouldn’t be playing with! So maybe they could turn up the heat on new toaster ovens if we just promised to keep them off the kitchen floor, or out of the baby’s bedroom.
If we promised to place them on the kitchen counter that should be sufficient. We had a climber in our family, but he was at least three and a half before he could scale or mount cabinetry. By then he knew what to keep his head out of. Hey, but what do I know?
Here’s the thing: When I pray I want answers fast, preferably immediately. But I don’t control the timing, I don’t even know all the details that go into answering a prayer. It’s possible that to answer my prayer God has to answer several other people’s prayers. I also don’t know whether it is best for God to say “yes” or whether “no” would be the right answer to my prayer. All I know is I want my answer quickly, and I want it to be “yes”. God will do what’s best; I just need to be patient.
Until Next Time!
Pastor Paul
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Hi Pastor Paul:
My wife, Carol, is away in Montreal this week, visiting our daughter Sarah.
We haven’t seen her for three and a half years, as she is a missionary and has been in many overseas locations.
Your Toaster Oven story reminded me of two incidents the week before I drove Carol to the train.
I had laminated name tags for the luggage, but the laminater jammed, and I had to pry a crumpled-up mess of plastic covered paper out of a tiny slot.
Not wanting to waste anything, I got out the iron and the heat did a fair job of making it flat enough to cut into individual ‘tags.
When Carol got home from visiting her mom, she ‘let me know’ that the iron had been left on (for four hours).
The next day, I was wiping down the automatic coffee maker, which continues to drip, and I left a dish cloth on the heating pad without shutting off the machine.
She casually walked into the Rec Room and showed me the scorched cloth.
I think I may need a baby sitter.
I’m 73, going on five!!!!
-Len Sr.
Hey Len thanks for your comments, glad you can laugh at life. I’m sure your wife and kids are laughing with you and not at you.
Paul