Your Life is Like a Cookie

I’ve tried writing this blog several times but kept hitting writers block. So, I’ll just jump right into this instead. Back when I was in high-school I would get all of these simple little analogies. I’ve decided to type up one of these today.

Chocolate chip cookies and milk. Who doesn’t love this delicious delight!

You dip the cookie in milk, take a little nibble…”Delicious!” you exclaim with a giggle of delight.

You dip again, this time submerging the cookie just a second longer. “Even better!” you shout, a gleam of sheer pleasure sparkles across your eye.

You continue the ritual. Dip. Hold. Eat. Dip. Hold longer. Eat. Dip. Hold even longer. Eat.

With every dip you take, you require longer submersion, always wondering how long you can submerge the cookie to obtain maximum gratification without losing the whole cookie.

You uncontrollably plunge your cookie into the milk yet again, determined to soak it in the milk even longer. Your heart pounds. Your ‘bated breath mirrors the tension in your stomach. You soak. You hold it. Hold it. A little longer. A little longer. Your mind tells you to remove the cookie but you rebelliously plunge the cookie deeper into the milk. Finally you resurrect the cookie from its milky baptism…

KERPLUNK!

Your heart sinks. You held it too long. The cookie is lost in its milky grave forever. Your face now sullen, you realize what you’ve done. With each dip of the cookie you weakened it, saturating it, and now the cookie is gone. You dump the milk, and all that’s left of the cookie is barely recognizable mush.

Your life is the cookie. The world and its various allures are the milk.

The “milk” looks great and the thought of merging your life with whatever the particular allure is compelling.

“It sure looks fun.”

“It sure makes me happy.”

“It sure makes me feel good.”

“It sure is easier.”

So you dip and it is fun. You dip and it makes you happy. You dip and it does feel good. You dip and it is easy. So you dip again, longer this time. And you continue. You meddle with the world, trying this and that. Trying it for longer and longer. You know it’s not right. You know it’s not the best for you. But you do it anyway.

You continue in it, trying it for longer, taking it further, plunging deeper, not realizing that the core of your Christian self is being saturated with it. Your relationship with God weakens. Your conviction for your actions quiets. Suddenly, without warning.

KERPLUNK.

You’ve left everything that was dear to you behind. Your peace of mind. Your calling. Your faith. Truth. You’re lost and you know it, deep down on the inside you know it. Maybe no one else does. Maybe you are afraid to admit it, but you know it. And He knows it.

Won’t you come back?

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