When I read this story, it seemed so simple at first, but at the end, it contained a profound and abiding truth. It involved a six-year-old boy named Dan. He watched cooking shows on TV where kids did the cooking. So he decided one Saturday morning to fix pancakes for his parents. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair up to the counter, where he could reach the heavy flour canister. While opening it, he spilled half of it on the floor.

He scooped up some of the flour into the bowl with his hands. As he was pouring in some milk from a half-gallon carton, it slipped from his hand and landed on the kitchen floor and mixed with the flour that was there. He decided to clean it up when he was finished, so he mixed the milk and flour together in the bowl. Then he wanted to add some eggs. He broke open three of them but didn’t notice parts of the shells that fell into the mixing bowl. After mixing in the eggs, he wasn’t sure if he should add some sugar but decided it wouldn’t hurt. So he put in three scoops from the sugar canister.

By now Dan had flour and milk all over his hands, arms, kitchen counter, and the floor. He was getting frustrated with himself because he hadn’t done a better job. The lad wanted so bad to do something nice for Mom and Dad, but it wasn’t going very well. But he decided to keep going, so he pulled a heavy frying pan out from the drawer at the bottom of the stove, and could barely lift it up on the burner. Then he reached for the bowl and in the process knocked the egg carton to the floor breaking the rest of the eggs inside. He remembered seeing the kid on TV used a big dipper to put the pancake mixture into the frying pan. So after turning on the burner, he put in his first scoop.

Just then he heard a noise behind him. Looking around he saw his Dad standing at the door with his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face. Just then, big crocodile tears welled up in Dan’s eyes. All he’d wanted to do was something nice to impress his parents as a way of telling them how much he loved them. But instead, he had only made a big mess. He was sure a scolding was coming his way, maybe even a spanking as he saw his father watching him.

Then, walking over through the mess the father gently picked up his crying son, hugged him, and told him it was going to be okay. It hadn’t taken dad long to figure out what his son was trying to do. Now they both stood there with white, sticky flour and eggs on their bedroom slippers.

From this story, we can learn how God often deals with us. We try to do something good for Him, but it turns out to be a mess, sometimes even a disaster. For instance, we tried to witness to someone at work, but it turned into an argument. We thought we were helping out a friend who was having marital problems, but we ended up being accused of sticking our nose in other people’s business. We were working hard to impress our boss that as a Christian we could be counted on, only to find out that our coworkers heard about it and thought we were telling him that all of them couldn’t be trusted.

When that happens, we may find ourselves in tears because we can’t imagine how we are going to straighten it all out. That’s when God picks us up in His loving arms and tells us it’s going to be alright. Even though what we tried to do made a mess of our reputation and His. He knew exactly what we were trying to do. But just because we messed up doesn’t mean it was a failure. It shouldn’t stop us from trying to do things for God. Sooner or later, and with His help, we’ll get it right, and then they’ll be glad we tried, and He’ll be pleased that we didn’t quit. – Dr. Robert R Seyda

About drbob76

Retired missionary, pastor, seminary professor, Board Certified Chaplain and American Cancer Society Hope Lodge Director.
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