If you’ve seen the movie Elf, then you know that Buddy (perfectly
played by Will Ferrell) likes sugar. Likes it so much that he puts
Maple syrup on spaghetti!
The dialog in the scene goes like this:
“Do you like sugar?”
“Is there sugar in syrup?”
“Then I like sugar very much.”
I guess I’m like Buddy in that I, too “like sugar very much.” I’m
especially drawn to it in times of stress, when sleep has been
fleeting, when life is hard. I’m sure there’s solid science behind
this–the way sugar lights up the brain’s pleasure centers, etc.
That’s what keeps me coming back. I know sugar isn’t good for me, and
did at one time drop forty pounds from my frame by restricting my
intake of it…
But it might as well be cocaine–because it makes me, for a time at
least, feel good. But what goes up must come down: the “sugar crash”
comes altogether too soon. Leaving me looking for more… Sugar! So I
chase pizza with a candy bar, a soda, etc.
And isn’t that just like human nature to turn time and time again to
things that just aren’t good for us? It could be food, drink, sex,
sin… Wherever we look apart from God for solace, comfort,
significance, for that warm ooey, gooey rush that floods our dopamine
receptors and dulls our common sense.
Today alone, I’ve had three Krispy Kreme Original Glazed doughnuts,
and the equivalent of a pot of coffee (it takes quite awhile to build
up that level of caffeine tolerance). It’s not good, but it’s my
crutch to get me by because–especially since my wife and kids have
been ill–I haven’t been getting nearly enough sleep.
I know I need to cut it all off, but I don’t want to, am afraid to.
Where would my energy come from during the day? Maybe–and this is
crazy–God meant it when he said that his grace was sufficient? But
how come I don’t trust him, and keep shoveling sugar down my gullet,
following it with quarts of coffee? Maybe, just maybe, his strength
really is perfected in my weakness?
Could be. Could very well be.
But how about you? What’s your “sugar?”