Our Cake

This story is a parable. I wrote it with this song in mind.


"You're gonna have all of me 
You're gonna have all of me
'Cause you're worth every falling tear
You're worth facing any fear
You're gonna know all my love
Even if it's not enough
Enough to mend our broken hearts
But giving you all of me is where I'll start"

[Read it all if you want to make sense of it]

happy reading :D

One day I got a letter.

It said that everyone had to bake a cake.
We could only make one, and it would be served to the King, and the King would judge them.
Now the King decided that all the bakers who made good cakes, perfect cakes, could come in to his castle and dine with him at a big banquet! There would be dancing and chatting, singing and good eats. It would be a marvelous time that no one would want to miss! 
Now, not everyone got a letter. I actually knew of some poor lost people out in the back hills, but I'm sure they were fine. It shouldn't be my responsibility to make sure they heard the word.
Now I knew my cake was gonna be great! But it didn't have to be the best. I would try! but as long as it was good enough, I knew I would be fine! 
I was still gonna try though. 
I knew mine would top them all anyways. without even trying. So I went out and bragged about it.
yup, I bragged to all the people in the village, to all my family and anyone I met along the road. I told them of all the great things I would put in it and how I would decorate it. what platter I would set it on. (all that great jazz)
Then I decided the way I would bake it.
I would use my own kitchen.  
I decided to use my own kitchen utensils and my own apron.
 I would make it on my own time; when I wanted, and I would do it all by myself.
"There." I thought. "I know how to do this and I can do it on my own. I won't even really need the cook book. I pretty sure I know most of it."
Then it began. 
I pulled out the great big mixer and all the tools together. I  got out the ingredients that I thought would make a "good enough" cake and put on my apron. I was all ready to start. and then...
I remembered my fun. I remembered the time I was suppose to be spending with my friends. I remembers my sports and my exercise time and that Mall trip. 
then I thought, "Why should I start now? I am so busy. I have much more interesting/better things to do and it doesn't really have to be brought in til tomorrow...I think I will bake it tonight."
I took off my apron, got ready and went out. I had a marvelous time. I had the company of friends and the enjoyable pleasures of life. all was good.
I decided I had better get home and start on that cake, but by the time I got there I was so tired and worn out that there was no time to bake a good cake! 
"Besides," I told myself, "I can do it tomorrow." and with that I climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.
I woke up that morning with a determine to bake that cake. I got right down to business and put on my apron. The stuff was still sitting out so it was all prepared. I started cracking eggs and scooping flour, measuring sugars and oils. 
I thought this would turnout pretty well. 
I mean, sure maybe it needed a few extra tablespoons of  butter. and I know I could have put in another cup of flour, but I needed that for other stuff. My own pies and and breads. the King can do without that.
I set the oven temperature to a whooping 550 degrees and put in.
I set back and relaxed. I let the cake cook.
it cooked.
and cooked.
and cooked...and! 
burnt. 
Yeah, it burnt! I couldn't believe it! That beautiful cake! 
That cake that I had talked so much about, bragged on like so!
The one I thought would be so amazing had now turned into an ugly black mess! 
What'll I do, what will the king say?
"HEY!" I jumped to my feet! "The King is only going to be looking at it! right? I can make a beautiful, creamy white frosting and decorate it. It will look great and the King probably won't even taste it. He won't know of all the yuck inside." 
a knock at the door. 
oh no, who could this be? and my cake looks awful at the moment. I can't let him see it! "ugh this is the worst time possible." I thought.
 I took my cake and hid it in a cub-bard. I wen't to the door and reluctantly opened it. 
"hello, can I help you?" I asked, trying to be as pleasant as possible. 
"Yes I think I can." the kind man replied. "You seem to be having trouble with your cake. Can I help you? I know your cake isn't perfect but I have a perfect cake! It's free and you can have it. So why don't you throw that old thing away and take this?". From a box he pulled out a beautiful, spotless cake, with magnificent roses and a most delicious smell. 
I was stunned. "how did this man know of my secret cake? It wasn't any of his business and I didn't need him anyways." I got mad.
 I responded, "Sir, I made a great cake and I don't need your help!" 
I slammed the door. The beautiful cake was thrown in his face and I walked away, pride bellowing up inside. 
I went on to make the frosting. I covered the disgusting mess up. Great right? I thought so.
I thought about the nice man at the door, but shoved him out of my mind. I could do this on my own!
When the time had come, I went to the castle. I stood in line. I peeked around all the other villagers with their cakes. Some looked pretty good.
"Better than mine?" I wondered. 
Then I kept scanning the area and found some that looked terrible. Just awful! Then I knew, "The King will of course pick mine over theirs. Mine looks much nicer, mine is way better! Why would those people even dare present such awful things?"
"NEXT!"
It was my turn now. I would present my cake to the King. I know he would like it. He had too. it was good enough.
I laid my cake before the King. He at first seemed to have a look of great joy. He complimented me by telling me that it looked nice, "But now," he said, "Let's taste it!"
Oh dear, this is going to be terrible! I was going to be sent home with no beautiful blessing! No great banquet, no dancing or singing. all would be lost. 
The King did indeed try it. 
The fork went in 
The fork came out.
He was gonna gag, I knew it. 
But instead he had a look of understanding, like he already knew it would taste bad. 
I spoke up, "I know it taste bad! I know it does! Doesn't it?...why aren't you gagging?"
"I already knew it would be bad. I knew it couldn't be perfect. Did not a man come to your door offering you a perfect cake that you could present me with?" he asked.
"Yes, a man did," I answered, "But I did not accept because I wanted to make my own cake, my own way! I thought I could make it look beautiful enough to pass..."
"I understand," he answered, "unfortunately I only accept perfect cakes. outside and in. and why didn't you use your time wisely?" 
"Well I figured I could always make the cake later. I needed to have fun!" I answered angrily.
but softly he replied, "If you would have devoted more of your time to working on making your cake better, it most likely wouldn't turn out like this. The cake was your most important priority, but you pushed it off to last minute." 
Now wait a minute! Maybe I did push it off til the last minute but I at least I tried!" I argued, trying to find some way to win the argument, as if I could.
"Did you? He inquired, "Did you put in *all* your flour? Did you put in the right amount of everything and mix it the way the cook book says...or did you even read the book!?" 
"I...I-I meant too! I just..I".
"You didn't have time? or you were too prideful? You think you could have made it on your own but you can't. I'm sorry. It's not perfect. Even if you did try your hardest with all your time, it still could not have passed. You needed a perfect cake." and with that...
"NEXT!"
No. 
This couldn't be happening. My cake was not perfect for the King. With my cake in hand, I was kicked out of the castle. Never a chance to return again. 
As I walked down the lonely path of dark and cold I passed by some of the lonely people who had no idea of the cake baking, or the big banquet.
"WHY?" they called out to me, "Why didn't you tell us? You knew we were lost..we didn't even get a chance to get in. You left us out here with no understanding that there was anything going on! Why didn't you tell us?"
I walked alone in guilt and shame. 
I had nothing, I was nothing.
I brought my cake to the nearest dump and threw it on the ground. my life was wasted. I didn't have a perfect cake for the King. 


~the end~

Now I 'm not sure if the whole thing made quite much sense to you.
fact is, I don't know if it made much sense to me, I just spent 3 hours staring at this computer so I believe I've went a little loco.

To understand it, all the piece's in the story represent people or things in life...
The human is us. 
The King is God.
The palace is Heaven.
The people in the village are all those who have heard the great message.
The ones out in the country are the ones who know nothing about the Bible or Jesus or Heaven.
The cookbook is The Bible. 
The kind man was Jesus.
and the Cake, is our life's. 

We all have our life's to present to God one day.  We need to take care of it and deal with it wisely.We need to use God's advice and wisdom in our life's and rely on him, not trusting our own understanding. We need to put in the right amount of everything to make it work. Prayer and meditation, reading of the word, time with God. If we don't put in enough, it will fail. it will get black and messy. If we set our temperatures up to high, (boasting about the things we do) it will always end in a mess. You will think that nothing can be done with it. You actually might think you can just cover it up so it looks good, but we all know it's really not perfect.
Jesus is knocking at our door saying, I know you have a messed up life, but I have a new one! Throw away that old garbage and take this free offer! But if we don't except it were going to present our messed up life's to God with out perfection and down the road of dark and cold (or fire and chains) we'll go.
Even if we try and make our cakes (life's) the best we can, Jesus is still going to be needed.
We'll always "drop an egg" now and then.

Jesus is knocking at your door with a perfect Cake, will you accept it? 

We need to give *all* of us to God. and he needs to be first in our life's.


Life is a puzzle, we just have to fit the piece's in right.
God bless you all! love you!