To smell like a chocolate chip cookie...

Saturday night I stayed up extra late, putting together some pizzas for an after-church lunch the following day (well, but the time I got to bed it was already Sunday). Paul Washer and John Piper live in my iPod, so I put in my earphones and tucked the device in my apron pocket.  I had some chocolate chip cookie dough in the refrigerator, and as I neared the end of my project, I decided that as long as I had the oven hot, I might as well throw in a sheet of cookies, right? I began to scrub out some mixing bowls as the sugary morsels spent some quality time with my oven. The first time I checked on them, I decided that they could use just about a minute more. I proceeded to scrub out another bowl and listened to John Piper talk about sleep and swished the soapy bubble-studded water around that lime green bowl and then... Oooh the smell of those cookies just got a little too strong, on the verge of being burnt. Oops! I quickly yanked them out and set them on the counter to cool. They smelled amazing. Yeah, you're technically supposed to wait a minute or two so they don't fall apart and don't burn you, but who cares? I broke off a piece of one, and shortly thereafter found myself grabbing my water bottle to cool my mouth. But the crispy, gooey awesomeness transformed into a contented smile on my tired face and reminded me that chocolate, especially when in hot cookies, is definitely more proof that God loves us.


I inhaled that wondrous smell again, and suddenly, a thought hit me. After applying a few bandages to the place of impact, I pondered on it. 2 Corinthians 2:15 tells us that we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: We are like the aroma, and Christ is like the cookies. We were meant to glorify the Maker through our aroma, and cause others to desire to run and find the Cookies, being so excited about it that they take hold of them regardless of the costs. 




~Esserita