A Cookie Isn’t a Cookie Unless You Can Sneak It (standard:humor, 901 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 21 2019	Views/Reads: 1386/936	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The worst temptation is the one you think is not a temptation and one you can handle on your own. If it were not for temptations, I would not know how gracious God is in his forgiving power.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I enjoy one glorious
connection; she loves to bake and I love to eat what she bakes. 

I did not marry her because of her baking skills because I did not know
she had them at the time. I did know her mother was a wonderful cook 
and I assumed there might be some gene transferred to her daughter. 

If the truth were known, she loves to bake as much as I love to eat.
Whenever there is a function in the church, she is always baking, 
especially cookies. Her cookies are the best I have ever eaten, and 
believe me, I have eaten a lot. So many that I have gotten into trouble 
several times. 

My only response to her inquiries along this line is, “If you didn't
make such delicious cookies I would not be tempted to eat them. So, 
it's all your fault.” 

I have yet to sell that line to her, but I still try. Of course, if I
could sell her this I could sell her anything. So much for trying. 

I am not sure which cookie she bakes that I like the most. I usually
say, “The cookie I like the most is the one I'm eating at the time.” 

To which, she usually responds, “The trouble with that is, you never eat
just one at a time.” 

Okay. She's got me on that one. She usually does, so it's no big deal
for me. 

An incident happened recently that caught me by surprise. It was leading
up to a special fellowship function in our church. These are great 
times of fellowship, especially around the dessert table. Don't get me 
wrong here. I do like fellowshipping with other people, but I like it 
best when we fellowship around some dessert. It does not matter the 
dessert. 

I was working on a difficult project and was not thinking about anything
outside of my work zone. I spent a day at home trying to catch up on 
some of the things I was doing and I happened to notice on top of the 
refrigerator was some freshly baked cookies. 

Right here I would like to say that I did my very best to resist
temptation. I am not a fan of Oscar Wilde, but I do like one quote of 
his. “I can resist anything except temptation.” When it comes to the 
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage's freshly baked cookies, that 
describes me to an afternoon tea. 

Several times as I walked by the refrigerator, I could smell those
wonderful cookies. To my credit, I resisted as much as I could, which 
according to my wife is not quite enough. 

I walked by the cookies and took one. After all, I thought to myself,
who's going to miss one cookie? 

However, after eating that first cookie, I could not think of my work
anymore and all I could think of was how delicious that cookie was. I 
thought to myself, “Isn't my wife one wonderful baker.” Then I smiled 
and tried to go back to my work at hand. 

It worked for maybe three minutes, but then my thoughts wandered back to
those freshly baked cookies on top of the refrigerator. “What's it 
going to hurt,” I said to myself, “if I get one more cookie?” 

So, walking by the refrigerator I took one more cookie. After all, I
thought to myself, if they were not so delicious, I would not want to 
eat them. That has to stand for something! 

Soon I was engulfed in my work at hand and not paying attention to
anything outside that realm. I got my work done. The only thing I 
remember is going out into the kitchen and sneaking just one more 
cookie. 

It was then that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came home. How
fast time goes. 



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