THE WHITE LIE CAKE
(I know I have shared this before but I just thought it was worth sharing again!)
Have you ever told a “white” lie?
Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Church Ladies’ Group but forgot to
do it until the last minute. She remembered it the morning of the bake sale,
and after rummaging through cabinets, found an angel food cake mix and
quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing, and helping her son pack
up for Scout camp.
When she took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the
cake was horribly disfigured. She exclaimed, “Oh dear, there is not time to
bake another cake!” This cake was important to Alice because she did so want
to fit in at her new church, and in her new community of friends.
So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up
the center of the cake. She found it in the bathroom-a roll of toilet paper.
She plunked it in and then covered it with icing. Not only did the finished
product look beautiful, it looked perfect.
Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for work,
Alice woke her daughter and gave her some money and specific instructions to
be at the bake sale the moment it opened at 9:30 to buy the cake and bring
it home. When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found the cake had
already been sold. Amanda grabbed her cell phone and called her mom.
Alice was horrified–she was beside herself! Everyone would know! What
would they think? She would be ostracized, talked about, ridiculed! All
night, Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing fingers at her
and talking about her behind her back.
The next day, Alice promised herself she would try not to think about the
cake and would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a
fellow church member and try to have a good time. She did not really want
to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than once had looked down
her nose at the fact that Alice was a single parent and not from the
founding families of Tuscaloosa; but having already RSVP’d, she couldn’t
think of a believable excuse to stay home.
The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust, old South and
to Alice’s horror, the cake in question was presented for dessert! Alice
felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake! She started out
of her chair to tell the hostess all about it, but before she could get to
her feet, the Mayor’s wife said, “what a beautiful cake!” Alice, still
stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess (who was a
prominent church member) say, “Thank you, I baked it myself…” Alice smiled
and thought to herself, “God is good.”
And be sure your sin will find you out.