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Mmmmm, Cupcakes

Today we celebrated our oldest daughter's birthday. She'll turn 8 on Monday. Actually, it feels like she'll turn 13, but that's besides the point. At her party were 7 other girly-girls. They were snapping their fingers while cocking their heads. It was more than a generous helping of tween trouble, and I had a front row seat. But that's besides the point as well.

At the party we had cupcakes. I am not a cake guy. I consider myself a conissuer of desserts. Not making them...eating them. But I will very seldomly eat cake. But cupcakes are a different story. I love cupcakes and I have a theory as to why.

I think that, somehow, when people make cupcakes, it's like all the moist goodness from a full-sized cake gets smashed down into one little cake the size of a cup. I can't explain all the technical details as to how it works, but I just taste that it works. Perhaps if I could shove a full sheet cake into my cake-hole all at once, I could prove this theory. Until then, you'll just have to trust me.

I think the same thing applies to a relationship with God. That little 'yeast works through the whole batch of dough' comment from Paul in Galatians 5 sums it up well. Even David sang to 'taste and see that the Lord is good' (Psalm 34:8). I don't want to get into the nitty gritty of the Hebrew language, but I'm pretty sure taste meant the same thing back then as it does now. A taste is not a gorging oneself of a delicacy. It's a taste, or as Tigger would say, a 'smackerel'.

It seems to me that more often than not, we Christ followers will find a way to keep heaping on verse after verse with our friends, as if we're varsity cheerleaders for Jesus. We don't even notice the hammer in our own hands as we beat people over the head. Instead of creating interest, we make a stench. Left behind is a half-eaten, dry, and somewhat moldy cake.

So, if King David, the Apostle Paul, and Tigger can all agree, can't we? Instead of having to go on and on, let's just offer a taste now and then. Speaking of, I need another cupcake.

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