A traumatic week – the only place in Cape Town that sells real bagels has shut down. Actually it shut down at the end of last year – I’m just catching up with the news! Now we are bagel-less and of course now I find myself wanting Bagels. With a little bit of hope I stopped at a posh Spar where I had seen bagels on the shelf hoping that they could be the replacement. But alas they were Fagels – fake bagels. Basically they are very nice bread rolls with a hole in the middle. My only option now is to try and make them over the weekend.
Fagels look like a real bagel, but when it comes to the bite you can straightway tell it is a fake. I wonder if I am the same? How much of my life and faith looks good from the outside but if you prod a little deeper you see that it is not real? So often we put on a good show, we look good to the world, yet underneath we are scared that we will be found out. I read a good quote on a cousin’s facebook page the other day from Winston Churchill that has stuck with me – he said ‘Failure is not fatal’ – I love that! We spend so much time worrying about what others think about us and how not-together our lives our that we end up living fake lives – ones that look good on the outside but are falling apart inside. I don’t want to do that.
Psalm 139: 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
I’m pretty sure the bagels I will make this weekend will look a bit worst for wear – certainly not prefect – but I want to be like them with my outside matching my inside.
Help me Lord, let me life reflect the truth of my walk with you – failure, lumps and bumps and all.
Update: Here are my homemade Bagels 🙂 Very yummy and not a fagel in sight