I woke up this morning craving toast.  I’m not sure what it was about, but I started ransacking my kitchen looking for the loaf of sourdough I just purchased from the bakery.  The bread is usually right next to the toaster, but it had taken a walk today.  I have been known to misplace various items, so I went about tearing into cupboards and looking on every countertop in our house.  Finally, as I stared at the lonely apricot jam sitting on the counter, I picked up the phone and called my husband.  “Do you know where the bread went? I swear we had a ½ of a loaf left.”  He started laughing and explained that he was feeling lazy so he stuffed the rest of the bread into his work bag and the huge tub of chicken salad and thought that he would just make sandwiches at work.  I cracked up, “Are you making 12 sandwiches?”

Maybe it was one of those you-had-to-be there moments, but I was reminded that sometimes in our laziness and insecurity we take a lot for granted.  (Thanks honey).  It’s our assumption that we are doing the right thing and our unintentional actions become just that – lacking intentionality.  I recently returned from a trip where we visited one of the Japanese Internment Camps in California from WWII.  In stark contrast to the concentration camps I saw in Germany, the US has dismantled the entire thing, only leaving a couple of buildings.  As President Obama toured the Cape Coast Castle this week in Ghana, I too wondered in California, what the walls and ground would say if they could talk.