Milk and Cookies

*in case you needed help with the mental image

It's all about the milk and cookies. First, take the cold refreshing glass of skim milk. Second, dump in the pack of mini size oreos prepackaged for delight. Third, let em soak (as we speak), smush em up a bit, and whala! What do you get? A treat that makes me salivate just thinking about it, a smashing great taste that was made for my tastebuds to shout about, a drink that ya gotta get the spoon out for so you can scoop up the cream filling from the bottom and then get your nose dirty as you try to lick out the cup b/c you want don't want to waste a drop. Get the picture? It's good stuff.

Like I said, it's all about the milk and cookies. Not sure this has any deep theological philosophical meaning that is easily attached, but you can bet I'm going to do my best to attach one;)

You see, the milk is like us...oh sorry, time-out for consumption of oreo milk...ah...yes, I licked out the mug. Too bad we don't have tongues like cows...their tongues are amazing, they can lick their own nose, not just the nose part, but actually inside the nostil, on both sides...if you haven't witnessed this man are you missing out!

But yes, we are like milk, pure, white, after we have been forgiven by Jesus for our sins...and okay, I'm done. Not gonna pull that one together.

Let's just chat. Things I'm sick of...I'm sick of playing phone tag with my friends that live in different states. I'm frustrated b/c sometimes it'd be nice to see a smile, a tear, a kidding face instead of trying to hear it over the phone lines. I'd like to feel the hug, the hand, the arm, the new hair style instead of...not. I'm a very tactile person. If this past year of school has taught me nothing else it has taught me this: I like touch. We are beings of touch. Some like it more than others, some prefer this or that. People associate different things with it, frankly it's all true b/c that's how that person percieves it, it's valid b/c that's how they feel about it. Personally, when I meet my patient or greet my friend unless I can feel how they're doing I'm missing something. Justsam was right when he said our hands can tell us a whole list of things when we simply grab a shoulder...and they think we're just being nice, ha!

I think it's amazing, this phenomenon of touch. I revel in the mind, the creativity of our Creator. I mean, He got it b/c He created us this way. Jesus experienced it, He got it b/c He touched the untouchable. He let the children sit on his lap and play with Him when there were probably more "important" things to be done. He washed the feet of those who entered to dine with His party. (If you have never experienced a footwashing ceremony, do it, create your own with those who you wish to serve. You will be humbled, grateful, undeserving, unwilling even, and you will never be the same.) He touched the disabled (another taboo thing back then, they were the sinners, the outcasts, the scum of society); He gave what others were unwilling to give. He gets it; He knows what we need. He has provided for me when I need the input through my pacinian corpuscles and Mercles discs (a little anatomy terminology for ya;) He has hugged me through a stranger at church. He has come up and massaged my shoulders when they needed it most. He has provided and He continues to fulfill that b/c He understands b/c He created me this way and I'm thankful for it.

Kinda like I'm thankful for milk and cookies. ah yeah, brought it back around. The circle is complete!:)

Next time you get the craving and I'm around, just yell "HUG ATTACK" and I'll take care of the rest.

*Can you tell I have a final tomorrow?? yeah, funny how this happens around those parts of the semester...

Until next time, try that oreo milk and let me know howw it goes