Jun 19 3 Comments

Are you full of dents and scratches? Are your colors kind of faded?

It kind of jumped out on me.

It kind of jumped out on me among all the nicknack on the shelves. As soon as I saw it, I was in love. Not in love the way I am with my husband. This was a different kind of love. I was in love with an object and I said to it: You are the one I have been looking for and I want you no matter what you cost.

It was an old cookie tin. It was dented. The hinges on the lid were broken. The lid was difficult to get off. There were scratches on it. There was a price tag on it from a hundred years ago, and there was a price tag that had recently been put on it. The price was a lot higher now than all those years ago, and that was in spite of all the damage.

The colors on the outside were bright and vibrant. White and red roses on a white background. Who would have thought I would fall for a tin decorated with roses? Usually I think it is t-a-c-k-y. Not on my tin. It looked perfect. Exactly as I had envisioned it.

I make my own crackers and for a long time I have been wanting to get a tin to put them in that can be displayed on the kitchen counter like some kind of a center piece. Tupperware is just so boring and ugly. It doesn’t in any way give justice to homemade crackers with sesame, sunflower and flax seeds. So I looked in the boutiques for the perfect tin. There were plenty and they shone. They looked delectable in all their splendor. My crackers would have had a good life in some of those tins. But they were so expensive. And they had recently been made in cookie-cutter factories. These tins had not lived. They knew nothing about real life issues. Not to mention that there were hundreds exactly like them around on other women’s kitchen counters. I wanted my tin to be different.

So when I ran into Miss Perfect Cracker Tin at the secondhand store, I knew I had to buy her. I just knew it. So I did.

It’s sitting on my counter now, practically stealing all the attention from all the other gadgets such as the toaster and the water boiler. It’s still empty, but it is already serving it’s purpose. It’s the first thing I see when I walk into the kitchen in the morning and it makes me happy. “Hi, Miss Perfect Cracker Tin,” I say, “you are the best tin I have ever seen and soon I will put crackers inside you. That is what you were made for. You may have thought you were made for all those boring Christmas cookies or Krumkaker all those years ago, but that was just the preparation for your true calling. You may not have liked it when they treated you so badly and you got all those dents, but that just made you more unique in my eyes. I like you better this way. You may have thought that your life was over when you got dumped at a used-stuff-store, but that was just when your life began. You will have many happy years here on my kitchen counter, holding crackers and brightening up the room.”

As I think of my old tin, I think of Jesus and me. I am the old tin, so dented, so scratched, so outdated, so empty on the inside sometimes. During the years I have wondered why Jesus keep putting all these cookies that are made of slushy mud inside me? Why stale cookies and ones that taste like sh_t? Now look at me? There are so many prettier, more useful, more practical, less dented, less scratched, with better patterns, better hinges and better everything.

You are the best cookie tin ever. Soon I will fill you with my crackers.

And Jesus says: “You are the best tin I have ever seen and soon I will put crackers inside you. That is what you were made for. You may have thought you were made for all those boring Christmas cookies or Krumkaker all those years ago, but that was just the preparation for your true calling. You may not have liked it when they treated you so badly and you got all those dents, but that just made you more unique in my eyes. I like you better this way. You may have thought that your life was over when you got dumped at a used-stuff-store, but that is just when your life began. You will have many happy years here on my kitchen counter, holding crackers and brightening up the room.”

3 Comments

  • Rick says:

    Oh Oddny,
    I want to believe you’re right about this for each of us…
    …but I still feel like I’m in the second hand store, wondering if I’ve been dumped…
    My true calling seems to be escaping me…

  • maureen says:

    I like to think of myself as a car, that as it careens through life, the outside gets messed up and parts fall off and cracks appear in the windshield but the engine’s good and still gets me from place to place. It doesn’t look like all the other shiny new cars that pass me by and it doesn’t get washed and waxed like it should. I’ve got to keep reapplying the duck tape and putting in new light bulbs when the others wink out on me. But I like to think that when the engine finally seizes up and dies, the odometer will say that she went many miles and got through many adventures. She may not look like much but the engine worked just fine.

  • dilldall says:

    Thank you for sharing. I needed that one… 🙂

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