in front of the Master Chef for His further consideration. The Master Chef then picked up the cup and held it once more in His hands, feeling its worth really, and not judging it by sight, or purpose or thought. He just held it, and felt it in His hands for a considerable time. Then the Master Chef deliberately and loving placed the cup in a very special bin, with very special contents. The angel Skeptivia could not help but comment on this, and said in the background as she flew in circles, the only way she could fly, “See then such a fine piece as this has met its true end by being placed in eternal duty in this bulk bin as a scooper for flour, this is surely justice.” The Master Chef once again contemplated before speaking as He considered this doubtful angel pensively. “Skeptivia, you rely and judge with your eyes instead of your heart. This is not merely a bin of flour; it is not just flour at all. No, this is a special bin where this misguided yet beautiful cup will spend eternity, true. It is not just flour in this bin, but the yeast for the flour of the Living Bread, and this forlorn but beloved old cup is honored to be a scooper in this bin of Divine contents for all eternity. For you see my weak angel, the yeast used in the making of the Living Bread is most precious of All, because it is that which raises up the flour at the baking; making the ordinary raise to heights unattainable without the presence of its zeal.”
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