Don’t Present A Stinky Brownie

It’s been a while–if you’re interested in why, read the end ;-)–this doodle is for April 15, done on April 19.

I almost called this “God Can Smell Your Poo Billions of Miles Away,” but then thought better.  I didn’t want to offend anyone.  But there’s a story behind this doodle and this is what prompted the illustrating of it,

Beware of ever thinking, “Oh, that thing in my life doesn’t matter much.”  The fact that it doesn’t matter much to you may mean that it matters a great deal to God.  Nothing should be considered a trivial matter by a child of God. . . . Nothing in our lives is a mere insignificant detail to God.  –Oswald Chambers

Now for the story.

God Can Smell Your Secrets

God Can Smell Your Secrets

Years ago we heard a story in church–a children’s story–illustrating the importance of the little things in our lives.  It was rather “gross” but left a taste in my mind, of how significant, seemingly insignificant things, can be.  This is the “Reader’s Digest” version.

One Saturday night a young man came to his dad and asked if he could watch an R rated movie.  He’d heard that it was a really good movie, with a good moral to the story at the end, but the only thing was, there was a little bad language and a little bit of violence, oh, and some partial nudity, but nothing explicit.  Of course the father tells him no and the son stomps away, mumbling under his breath something to the effect of, “What’s wrong with a little bit of “bad” if the overall picture is good.”

Next day, Dad bakes some brownies.  The young man and his siblings are thrilled when they smell the brownies and come running to partake.  Dad is happy to serve them up but warns them, there’s a “secret ingredient” inside.  “That’s okay,” they say, “I’m sure they’ll be good!”  Dad says, “Let me tell you the secret ingredient before you decide to eat them.”  “Okay!” the kids reply, mouths watering.  Dad proceeds to tell them all the good stuff that went into the brownies, then B A M!, he says, “Then I added a little bit of dog poo.  Only a little bit.  Maybe a teaspoon.  You won’t taste it!  Here, have a brownie.”

Well, I don’t think you need to be told, the brownies were not consumed.  Our spiritual lives are just like that.  We may think a little lie or a little gossip or expressing a little anger, or dwelling on a thought, or, or, or . . . . You tell yourself, “It’s no big deal, after all, it’s expected,  I’m only human and most people, if any at all, will never know.”  To God, it’s all poo.  It all stinks.  What we think are just our little secrets in our “Life Brownie” taints the whole batch for God.  We are presenting a “Stinky brownie,” unworthy of God.  Praise God He doesn’t just spew us out right there and reject us altogether.  Instead, He urges, “You’re forgiven.  Let’s start all over, from scratch.  We’ll get this right together.”  The secret ingredient (temptation or sin) will pop up again, we’ll want to add it to our “brownie mix,” but as soon as that secret ingredient (sin/poo) is resisted, it begins to disappear from our secret ingredient list and pretty soon, by the grace of God, our secret ingredients disappear.

The moral of the story–the next time you are tempted to add a “secret ingredient” to your life, remember the poo in the brownie, it permeates and ruins the whole batch.

–Now for the personal stuff–we’ve been in Wisconsin, for our grandson’s birth day.  Our lives have been consumed with a new first child for our daughter and son-in-law, lack of sleep, talks of cluster feeding and baby gas, lots of rocking and encouraging as well as creating bonding moments with extended family.  We are so blessed and so very tired–a little jet lagged, and emotional, knowing we can’t be there to see him grow up.  Thank God for technology and face time.  So, in honor of little Aaron, I’m doing some “cluster doodling,” trying to catch up.  Hopefully, the doodles make sense.

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