Sunday, April 01, 2012

I am a Red Velvet Cupcake

A few years ago, I became enamored with.....Red Velvet Cake. There was something intriguing about it......not sure why...but...I liked it. (Okay, I really liked the icing....I LOVE icing) It has become quite popular, somewhat......high class cake.....sophisticated...the confection of aristocracy.
Red velvet has become a respectable, even desirable piece of dessert....I know this....I had it last week! No one judges the ancestry of the cake...just's good.
Recently someone related the story of the origins of the cake...and I was surprised.
During the WWII, cocoa was rationed, and bakers would add grated beets into their baking to produce a richer colour. Today they add red food colouring to get the same effect (with more cocoa, minus the vegetables).
Now, I love beets (and I think I'm alone in that)...I really do....but eating beet cake....not my idea of a good time...or classy! A desperate circumstance caused people to compromise their recipes, to try and create something acceptable out of...well....what lots of people think is unacceptable.....beets.

I've been mulling this over in my mind...and it has occurred to me.....maybe it really doesn't matter where we have come from....but only who we've become, or who we are becoming.

Last night I shared with a good friend, some stories of my past....things that you, if you know me now, wouldn't think were a part of my history. Things I've not shared with many, things I'm not proud of. Things that, for many years, have caused me to believe lies about myself....and usually left me feeling unsafe and alone. Things that Satan continues to throw in my face, using falsehoods to try and discourage me from the focus I have on Jesus...on the cross.

Later, as I lay in bed last night...the comparison was forming in my mind. Just because I came from a place of compromise and desperation....that is not who I am now.....just like red velvet. Just because I may not have been desirable in the past, that's not who I am now...just like red velvet. Because of Jesus, I have become pure, lovely and decadent...just like red velvet.

From less than pleasing, hopeless beginnings, I am wanted, loved and considered a prize....just like red velvet.

Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame.
Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated.
You will forget the shame of your youth and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood.
 For your Maker is your husband— the LORD Almighty is his name—
the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer;
he is called the God of all the earth.             Isaiah 54:4-5

Just call me Red.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Robin,

    Great illustration and testimony... wanna write my!
    Have a blessed, Holy Week and Easter.



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