I’m convinced that Christians make the best lovers. The church gives us a clear depiction of love. To love thy neighbor. To love thyself.
Abstaining from actions of the flesh. Saving yourself, as well as trouble and time. All of which, is summed up into one simple lesson.
The Perfect Cookie Theory. A lesson taught to teenagers, emphasizing the need to wait. Where the perfect cookie is being made for you. Right at this very moment. Not too early. Not too late. But just the right time. And you have to be ready when that time comes.
But… (and there’s always a “but”)
Sometimes you want cookie dough. Something easily digestible. Melts in your mouth. Less messy. Although clearly not ready, you jump at the chance anyway. Not thinking, but acting.
Sometimes you want to leave it in the oven a little longer. Crispy. Crunchy. That extra effort. Worth the wait. All for that one bite. Making a sound so loud that all the neighbors can hear you.
Sometimes, you gotta stick your hand in the cookie jar. While no one’s looking. Defying what you’ve been told. Just to keep things interesting. Exciting. Causing your heart to throb, to pound, to skip a beat. Blood rushing through your veins. In honor to the fact that you’re still alive.
Sometimes, you need to touch the stove. The oven. Just to see what it feels like. The pain. The heat. The pressure. Although it may be a mistake, it will be mistake you have to make.
The only drawback to this theory is one thing: How can you know what a perfect cookie tastes like if you’ve never had one to begin with?
Now I’m not saying that you should be a cookie deviant. Shamelessly grabbing hold of everything in sight. Giving in to the temptations of your sweet tooth. But it doesn’t take a million options, or waiting on the powers that be, to find the perfect one.
Whether you’re looking for someone to round those rough edges, or soften that center. All it takes is a select few. Those quality choices.
All it takes is taste.
Originally on Matt Pana’s Blog