Just Dessert

I gave up dessert for Lent. It was going well until I made a cake for a Lenten luncheon. People were giving up crystal meth to get a piece of that cake. I didn’t eat any, but I’d already licked the spoon, of course.

And that doughnut totally doesn’t count either, because that was a snack between meals, not a sweet following a meal. I didn’t give up snacks. But then there was that nice lunch where I completely forgot and ordered dessert; the server mentioned something about chocolate, but she had me at “hello.”

If Jesus fell off the cross, wouldn’t He get back on?

Chocolate comes from the ancient Mayans. Everyone knows that, and if you don’t, then your clue phone has voicemail. While chocolate was around at the time of Christ, I’m not sure chocolate was around Him. That connection between Central America and the Middle East hadn’t hit the Internet yet. Jesus did not give us an unequivocal ruling on chocolate at the Sermon on the Mount.

Is chocolate a sin?

I am only sampling the sacrifice of Christ. The enlightenment I have received so far is this: why do Girl Scout cookies always arrive within forty days of Easter? Actually I’ve found without dessert, I reduced snacking overall. I’m not sure how that’s linked to dessert, but it must be good for me.

I’ve learned not to wear pantyhose on Easter Sunday. I get up early and sing a double service, polishing off high notes I haven’t used since Christmas. Then I shall get my just dessert: Easter brunch. (I’m not sure how that qualifies as “brunch” served at two, but there’s omelets, so I guess it does.)

WWJD? He certainly wouldn’t wear pantyhose. I’m pretty sure Jesus did not wear pantyhose on Easter, or any other day. It’s an example of Christ I can easily follow; chocolate, not so much.