The Sprinkle Incident

by Joanna Pierce on December 20, 2017

When I was younger, before I knew what baking truly entailed, I longed to help my mother in the kitchen. And, the one time, more than any other time of the year, I wanted to help in the kitchen was when my mother made Christmas cookies. My mother, being the patient, loving parent she is, would let me help.

Sugar cookies have always been a staple during Christmas because everyone loves them—children, parents, and grandparents alike. So, there we were in the kitchen, baking up a storm, literally. After splashing flour everywhere and not pushing the cookie cutter exactly where my mom wanted it to go on the dough, the cookies were made, cooled, and ready for decorating.

Here’s where things went south, quick…

My mom would pull out this cute, little wooden stool with a cat painted atop for me to stand on. The stool was necessary for me to be able to see over, and do anything, on the countertops. The key to standing on the stool was this: hold still, and don’t screw around. But, 4–5 year old kids don’t listen to that; do they?

There I was, minding my own business, sprinkling the freshly-iced sugar cookies when it happened. Somehow, out of nowhere, I felt the legs of that stool start to teeter under my feet. Before I knew it, I was flying backwards, off the stool, sprinkle container in hand, and time when into slo-mo.

Mouth agape, and wide-eyed, I watched those multi-colored sprinkles rain down everywhere in that kitchen like confetti. And, in the faint distance, I heard my mom scream one word: “Noooooooo!”

Long story short: 1) I survived (obviously), 2) no further sugar cookies received a sprinkle glaze that year, 3) it took forever to clean up the sprinkles (sorry mom), 4) we found sprinkles in the kitchen until we moved out (and I’m sure whoever lives in that house today may find an occasional sprinkle and wonder how it got there), and 5) the sprinkle incident is still discussed in the family, even today.

You know, our lives are a lot like my sprinkle incident. We’ve fallen a time or two and dropped a whole container of sprinkles. And, we’re left with the aftermath of having sprinkles everywhere in our lives, even where other people can see them, and it seems like we’ll never be able to clean them up. Our lives will always be dirty and covered with sprinkles.

And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins (Matthew 1:21, KJV).

We’re about to celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. He was born so He would save us from our sprinkle-riddled life. He eventually faced a cross to shed His blood, which would wash away our every sin. He would dissolve, and eradicate every sprinkle we had in our lives—no matter how old, how hidden, or how visible (I Corinthians 6:11).

And, we serve a God who forgets about our sprinkle incidents as far as the east is from the west (Psalms 103:12). Those sprinkles are blotted out, absolutely removed, and God will never talk to you about that sprinkle incident ever again (Acts 3:19).

This Christmas, maybe when you decorate your sugar cookies it will have a different meaning. Maybe when you wake up on Christmas morning, you’ll remember it was because of a God who loved you enough to robe Himself in flesh that you might be able to live a life, sprinkle-free.