The pastor at my church had just asked for a show of hands. “How many here today will commit to baking at least 3 dozen cookies for Kairos?” Without hesitation, my hand shot straight up in the air. Here was something I could do. I had baked thousands of cookies in my day. The men from our church who visit the prison bring with them dozens of cookies to be part of the Kairos Prison Ministry. At the end of the weekend, each inmate is given a bag of 12 cookies, and he is instructed to give them to someone he needs to forgive or someone he is needing forgiveness from. The men in our church make a huge commitment by serving in this way. Surely baking some cookies was the least I could do. then reality hit me like a ton of stale cookies. I hate baking cookies. I used to enjoy it, but at my age, it’s a pain in the back, the legs, the feet. And it takes me at least half a day. In fact, I have to mix up the dough on one day, and then bake on the next. But I had made a commitment.
As I assembled the ingredients and added them to the bowl in turn, I thought, “this is going pretty well. It’s not so bad after all.” I had chosen a recipe for peanut butter cookies and added chocolate chips. But when I was stirring in the chocolate, I thought, “this doesn’t smell very good, and it should. Chocolate and peanut butter go great together.” then I pinched a little off the dough, and sure enough, it didn’t taste so good either. I stood there in consternation. what had I done wrong? then it dawned on me. I would have slapped my forehead if I hadn’t had peanut butter dough on my fingers. I forgot to put in the sugar! How could I not put in the sugar? Another senior moment I guess. Anyone who has ever baked knows you combine the butter and sugar first. Then you add the eggs and then the rest. A better cook would have thrown the whole batch out and started over, but that wasn’t going to happen. I had no more flour, and I had used my last eggs. So, I tossed in the brown sugar and the white sugar, rolled up my sleeves, scrubbed my hands, and began working in the sugars as if it were bread dough. After I had worked it in as much as possible, I let it rest on the counter, hoping the sugar would melt. But no such luck. In the end, my cookies were a little sugary, but I don’t think anyone would complain. Senior moments are common in my age group. We laugh them off, because as long as we can still recognize them as senior moments, we’re not yet ready for “the home.”