The finest cake

Imagine you went to taste the world’s most delicious chocolate cake. At a huge party everyone is praising the silky sweet, moistness, eating slice after slice, and feeling ecstatically high on its chocolatey richness. Everyone is talking to the cake, telling the cake how wonderful it is, what a great job it is doing of being a cake. 

In a corner sits the baker, unacknowledged. Nobody says a word of gratitude, or even recognition that he was the one that made this masterpiece. As the people shovel handfuls of cake into their mouths they dribble crumbs over him, and even swear insults at him. 

A couple times in the last day or so, I’ve read people celebrating humanity of talking about how wonderful we are. And I felt a growing sense of unease as the words entered my brain, because it all sounded so self-celebratory, a bit like a bunch of chocolate cakes telling each other how tasty they are. 

Just as every cake has a baker, every human has a maker. God knits us together in our mother’s womb, and he has created humanity with such care that every hair on our heads is numbered. 

The reason why humans can seem pretty amazing sometimes, is that we are made in God’s image, we have aspects of his attributes, of love and kindness, patience, and self-sacrifice. 

Yet we also fell pretty hard from the goodness that God created us in. We have our faults. We hurt each other, and we get hurt. We carry wounds. 

In the truther community we can fall for a narrative that we are the perfect ones, the good, loving people fighting an evil elite. We can fall for a narrative that we are ascending to become gods and goddesses. 

In reality most of us are still broken despite our best intentions. None of us can match God’s perfect holiness. Most of us can’t get through a week without telling a lie or gossiping about someone.

Many of you reading this will have been like me on a journey, to heal our wounds, to become a better version of ourselves, to become like a finely baked cake without bitterness. 

And yet, none of it is really at all fully possible, without acknowledging that one that baked us. Yes we humans replicate ourselves, but it’s God that wrote the code, the DNA that writes the message of who we are. Cakes don’t come together by a Big Bang in the kitchen anymore than the universe exploded into existence. 

God is not another name for source or universe, because how can a universe create itself? 

Life changes when we say thank you to the maker, when we acknowledge his presence, at the door, knocking, waiting for an invitation in. 

If you don’t know this maker, a simple prayer can be the beginning of getting to know him; Jesus if you are real, I invite you into my life. 

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. - Revelation 3.20 

For you formed my inward parts;

    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works;

    my soul knows it very well. - Psalm 139

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. - Luke 12 6-8