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God Doesn't Like Bread Crust, Either

This might just be my earliest memory. I was about five years old. We lived in Detroit, Michigan and I was in Kindergarten. I had two older sisters and a younger sister and Child in Thought
brother. But none of that mattered on this particular day. This was between me and God.

I remember sitting at the kitchen table. I was finishing my cereal and toast for breakfast. I really didn't want to eat the crust of my toast. Such a delicate palate at that young age. I knew I had to eat everything on my plate, what with all the starving children in Biafra and all. We were raised in a pretty strict Catholic home and you did what you were told. So I had to eat my crust. What to do?

And then it came to me. I'll give my bread crust to God. He'll eat it. He loves little children. What a grand solution! So, I climbed down from my big chair and went through the door to the basement. I stepped down a few steps and stood there in the dark staircase. I lifted my hand up, arm outstretched to the heavens and said, "Here God, you can have my crust." I waited. Nothing. I waited some more. Nothing. "No, really, ... You can have it." I waited. Still nothing. I finally brought

 my arm down, still holding my lowly offering in my little hand. I looked up into the darkness of the staircase, searching for some sign from God. Nothing. I looked down.

I figured only two things were possible to conclude from my failed attempt to give God my crust. Either I have just discovered that there is no God afterall, or . . . God doesn't like bread crust either.  Of course, I concluded that God doesn't like bread crust either. And while I was still stuck with my bread crust, I remember feeling strangely pleased. Pleased that God and I have something in common and I certainly couldn't blame Him for not wanting my bread crust.  I climbed back up the stairs into the light of the kitchen, resigned that I was probably going to have to eat this bread crust. Just then, our dog, Shaggy walked in and came right up to me. Well, I don't have to tell you what happened next. A brilliant solution came to me. To this day, I have no doubt that God sent Shaggy to me. It turns out that dogs love bread crust. And God does indeed love little children.

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Carmel Merryman

What a wonderful blog site!!! I love it! You write so wonderfully Kris! You share you thoughts, stories, and experiences so beautifully! And I'm not just saying this because of the Starbucks gift card give-away! (haha)
I am so glad you spent all that time at your dinner table reading that "Blogging for Dummies" book, pushing past all the unknowns so that we get to enjoy the marvelous results.

Thank you so much, I look forward to reading more of what you have to say!!


Kristin Roush

Hi Carmel,
You are so kind. Thank you so much for your encouraging words! This has certainly been a fun learning and growing experience. I am so glad you will be a part of whatever unfolds!

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