The Theology of Baking Christmas Cookies and Other Weighty Matters

In this post-modern era where healthy eating has taken the status of a moral obligation, I am spending a few days indulging in the Christmas tradition of baking. With the explosion of both mommy and daddy bringing home the bacon and the epidemic of obesity, this tradition has seen better days. After all, flour and sugar are enemies of the state leading to obesity, unproductiveness, and dull minds. Fa la la la la, la-la.    la.    la.

Perhaps if during all of the seasons leading up to Christmas I was a gal who ate predominately free-range chicken, fresh fish, lean meats, nuts and kale, rolling the cookie dough in sugar before I put it in the oven wouldn’t phase me. But, truth and BMI be told, I can’t even pronounce quinoa. (I have made it enough to spell it however! Does that count)?

When my daughters were small we celebrated the Christmas season with quite a few traditions. I love how some traditions serve to give a sense of stability, security and belonging in our lives.

Baking Christmas cookies was a tradition that added to our celebratory mood and helped us to emphasize showing gratitude and love toward others. When we’d hear the lawn mowers start up throughout our neighborhood or the trash truck driving down our block, I would make a dash to our kitchen and hand my girls little gift bags of homemade cookies. They would then run outside with the bags in hand and smiles on their faces to let the gardeners and trash collectors know they were appreciated and wished well. One year we invited all the women and girls on our block over for an afternoon of cookies and socializing.

I have fond memories of my mom making plates of cookies or sweet breads for friends and neighbors. And her homemade cookies were always on hand for any visitor that dropped by during the week leading up to Christmas. We got to drink out of her pretty tea cup collection too!  There is something comforting and lovely about giving something not bought from a store.

In conclusion:

  • I really resent the scientists/farmers who changed how we grow wheat and who’s idea was it to add GMOs to our food supply?
  • Don’t try to figure out why I referenced “post-modern” in the first sentence of this blog entry.
  • Yes, I know, the title of this essay was misleading.
  • No, this blog wasn’t written after consuming large quantities of cookie dough.
  • Enjoy the sweet things that come your way as you celebrate Jesus this Christmas.