A beggar approached a baker and said, "I want bread."
The baker said "How wise you are. Bread is what you need.
You have come to the right bakery".
He pulled his cookbook off the shelf and began to tell him all he knew about bread.
He spoke of flour and wheat, of grain and barley.
He was aiming to impress the beggar and he cited measurements and the recipes.
The beggar looked at him dumbfounded and said, "I just want bread."
"Follow me and I will show you the bakery.
No one has such facilities and we have bread for every need.
This is our inspiration room! And this is our intercessor room!"
With that, the baker went to the auditorium and leaped to the podium and struck his favorite pose behind the lectern.
"People come from miles away to hear me speak.
Once a week my workers gather and I read to them the recipe
from the cookbook of life."
By now, the beggar had taken a seat on the front row.
The baker took a positive note from that and asked,
"Would you like to hear me?"
"No" the beggar replied, "but I would like some bread."
The baker replied, "Up and down this street you will find many bakeries.
But take heed; they don't serve the true bread.
I know of one who adds two spoons of salt rather than one.
I know of another whose oven is three degrees too hot.
They may call it bread but it's not according to the book."
With that, the beggar turned away------
"Don't you want bread?" the baker asked.
The beggar stopped, looked back and shrugged,
"I guess I lost my appetite."
The baker shook his head and returned to his office thinking,
"What a shame. The world just isn't hungry for true bread anymore."
------Max Lucado.
