Cookies Are Best When Denied To Us

I ate a cookie Yesterday and it tasted pretty good. It was a peanut butter cookie. However, it didn’t taste as good as it did  in the 1930’s. Times were hard then, and sugar was just one of the rationed items but the one we kids missed the most. There wasn’t enough sugar to bake very often. When Mama brought out the rolling pin, I knew she was about to make cookies!  The very aroma carried from the oven to me was delicious.

First, she divided the cookies into two piles, Then she wrapped the one pile very carefully, put in a note, and wrote on the top, ” For one Sailor Boy in the Navy of the United States”. The rest of the cookies were put in the cookie jar, except for the one she handed to me. Oh, the wonderful taste of that cookie! I hoped the Sailor Boy would enjoy his cookies as much as I did. Mama always sent cookies to the men in the Navy because my Daddy served there during World War I.

It’s the same as going to church. I remember one guy, his name was Orin, who came to Daddy’s church every Sunday, hitch-hiking 50 miles to do it! He told my Daddy how much it meant to him, and that he would bring every bit of the service back to his family. Daddy was the pastor of the church and he would often say, “I guess when it’s easy to get to church, it’s easy to stay home.”

That is true with everything. When we have a difficult time to do things or go anywhere it means so much more to us when we are able to do it. So. why not remember the 30’s and Orin and get out that Bible to read, and go to church this Sunday. You never know when you can’t do these things!