Best Cookies In The World

I am the kid who found God in our pantry.

It was in the fall when my grandparents came to visit. My grandma used to bake cookies with me, so that’s what we were doing in the kitchen. She asked me to get some flour from the pantry, and I did.

When I opened the door, God was there, right there. When you see God, you just know it, it’s a warm feeling inside you. I wasn’t startled or amazed, I just reached around God and grabbed the flour we needed.

I went back and gave the flour to my grandma and told her what I had seen.

She didn’t believe me at first, and I didn’t care because I was focused on making the best cookies in the world.

My grandma finally wanted to see what was in the pantry, and when she looked in, she saw exactly what I had said. She stood there for a while, gawking.

When she finally recovered, she called for my grandpa, and he came running into the kitchen with mom and dad following. They all looked and stared.

I needed some salt, so I went back to the pantry to get some, and my mom snatched me back before I could get any. She told me not to bother God, but I didn’t want to. I just had to finish my cookies.

Dad called our pastor and told him. He said he would come right away, but it took a while. He was probably having dinner.

When he arrived, the adults kicked me out of the kitchen and told me to go play with my toys. I was angry, of course, because my cookies were not ready yet.

The pastor called the whole congregation together and woke everyone up. From then on, many people came to the house. Too many to fit in the kitchen. So the pastor had people go in and out of the kitchen so everyone could get a look. The people were talking to God, but God never answered. I heard prayers and singing from the living room where I was involuntarily stuck.

After that night, things escalated. Word spread quickly, as quick as the next morning. People we had never seen before showed up at our house and wanted to see God. My parents weren’t worried until news crews showed up at our door. Someone even tried to break the kitchen window to get into the house.

The police chief had to call in officers who put up a barricade around our house and protected us around the clock.

I could no longer go to school, and I thanked God for that. But I was no longer allowed to go to the kitchen, I was banished from my favorite place in the house.

The people of the world were divided into two sides. There were those who believed that God was here in our pantry, and those who were outraged and said we were lying.

There were two waves of people clashing, and our house was the beach. When the barricade was no longer enough, the government stepped in and had to build a high wall around our house.

We didn’t have to leave the house for anything anymore because all the believers showered us with so many gifts.

Eventually, people got scared that it was the end times, and scared people do crazy things.

Wars broke out all over the world. To protect us, our government allied with neighboring nations and assembled all our armed forces. Outside on the front lawn were tanks and soldiers of all nationalities to protect what was in our pantry.

With all the wars and battles, they all had one question in common. What was God doing here?

All the adults asked God, some even demanded an answer, but no one ever stopped to ask me what I thought. Because I knew exactly why God was there, and as much as I liked not having to go to school, I loved being in the kitchen and baking more. Especially with grandma. So I knew I had to fix this and send God away.

By now a year had passed and it was fall again. Now only my parents and I were in the house because it was too dangerous for grandma and grandpa to visit anymore.

All week I had been sneaking into the kitchen and hiding all the things I needed under my bed, like baking soda, salt, flour, and chocolate chips. Anything that needed refrigeration, like butter and eggs, I kept in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator where my parents never looked.

Deep in the night, I crept downstairs to the kitchen with my supplies and placed them on the counter. Then I went to the pantry and opened the door because I wanted God to see what I was doing. After that I went to the stove and turned it on so it could preheat. I got all the ingredients I needed out of the refrigerator and put them on the counter with the rest of my stash.

Then I got to work. First, I whipped up the butter and sugar, then added the eggs. In a separate bowl, I dissolved the baking soda in hot water and added it to the mixture. I stirred in the flour and chocolate chips and prepared a baking sheet for the dough. After putting the dough in the oven, I knew we had to wait about ten minutes until they were golden brown.

While we were waiting, I went over to God and apologized for all of this. I mean, it was really my fault for dragging God all the way here. The night God appeared in our pantry, I had prayed just before my grandparents arrived. I prayed that God would help me bake the best cookies the world had ever tasted. Cookies that were so good, even God wanted some. And then God was in our pantry waiting to taste my cookies.

I couldn’t set an alarm for the cookies because that would wake up my parents, so I kept a close eye on them until I knew they were perfect. When they were done, I took them out and grabbed one for me and one for God. I went to the refrigerator to get soy milk because mom didn’t believe in cow's milk. I don’t think God cared what kind of milk it was anyway.

I took everything back to the pantry, sat with God and we enjoyed our milk and cookies. I even went back and got us seconds because one cookie is never enough. I don’t know if he liked the cookies or not, but my work was done. So I gave God one more cookie to go before waving goodbye and closing the pantry door. A few seconds later I opened it again and looked inside, and God was gone. I smiled.

I cleared off the counter and put the extra cookies in the cookie jar so my mom and dad could have some later. Then I went back upstairs and went to bed. I was happy that God got to taste the best cookies in the world.