Sid's Confession

My name is Sid.

I have a confession.

I stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

I know I wasn’t supposed to and that it would ruin my dinner, but I did it anyway. It just looked so good and delectable. How could any sane person resist?

What I think every person seems to fail to realize is that every good cookie needs a good cookie jar. And, every good cookie jar deserves a good cookie thief to steal from the good cookie jar. Are you following me?

I am the good cookie thief.

I steal good cookies from that jar all the time, and it was only recently that my deeds have been discovered. I have been at this job for years and no one ever seemed to realize.

“Why?” you ask?

Simple. It is a coping mechanism. You see, I am blue…depressingly blue. When I come to this realization day after day after day, I just need something that makes me feel normal. Something that brings joy to millions of people…I need that.

I need cookies.

It’s amazing what cookies can do for a person who is blue. I don’t think you realize what effect they can have. I can scarcely imagine what they can do, until I eat another.

Euphoria.

Some might call this an addiction. Some might say that I need help. I disagree.

I just need more cookies.

Think about it for a second. I mean, really stop and think. There is a reason why boys and girls throughout the world go nuts when their teachers bring in cookies for the class. There is a reason why after a hard day at work, the sweet gooey aroma just seems to relax a person.

Cookies have powers that are beyond our comprehension.

So I guess this all begs the question, “What kind of person would deny the power of the cookie to those who might need it most?!”

You might think me a monster for stealing the very thing that can bring such joy to people. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am a monster.

But that label won’t stop me from eating more cookies.

Hello, my name is Sid…

…and I am the Cookie Monster.

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There's an App for That!

“What’s happening?!” Barry exclaimed as he walked into the bridge.

“Life support just went offline! I’m trying to figure it out!” yelled his wife, Alice.

“Where is Drew?!” Barry ran to the console and began looking through the secondary console while Alice worked at the main.

“Drew…?!”

“Yes! Wasn’t he in here with you?”

“Ummm...yes, he was fiddling with his data pad, making a new app.”

“Ugh! What were you doing when it went offline?!”

Alice retorted, “I just stirred the oxygen tanks and the alarms just started freaking out! Barry, it makes no sense. I’ve done it a million times!”

Barry shook his head, “Isn’t that always the luck…it’s always the oxygen tanks. Did you do anything differently?!”

“No! Nothing out of the ordinary!! I just...”

Drew walked in.

“Hey! Did someone say my name? Look! My new app works!! It simulates life support emergencies…isn’t it cool?”
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Wonder

I sometimes wonder while I sit. It seems like such a small pleasure, to wonder. To ponder such depths of emotions and to come back up for air after only a few gasping seconds. What dreams await the lonely in spirit and the lowly of heart? What nightmares might crash into the reaches of one’s soul? It seems so easy to blink away the tears of regret…so hard to stop the onrush of heartache one swears will never end. Sitting. Sitting on a chair, relaxing one’s mind so as to wonder aloud silently. Creating in oneself space just to let God know He is welcome to enter. Then letting one feel the onslaught of the Spirit wrestling away control and setting oneself free. Free to wonder, free to feel, free to sit.

Free indeed.