When Milk Goes Bad

The youth pastor at our church is leaving. I only know him from sight; Isabel's too young to be in the youth  group yet and Jake's too old.  He's an energetic (ENERGETIC!) man who loves the Lord with all his heart.  He and his wife are moving and the church planned a going-away party, with the theme "I Hate Milk!"

Totally confused by this, I pondered making a cake for the potluck dinner this past Sunday.  The first image that came to mind was this:

It was an image I saw on a T-shirt on-line.  I wanted to make milk going bad, but I wasn't jazzed about the guns.  I sat in the loft and sketched my idea; a milk carton that's robbed a bank.

Mmmm, white chocolate ganache.

Still a little lumpy.  Need to add more FAWNDANT.

The finished product.

I really like him!

I took Mr. Milk to the church, all nervous as usual.  It was a wonderful time and everyone who walked by the cake commented on how great it was.  I was asked to help cut it up too.

P.S.  Oh, the "I Hate Milk" theme?  His motto for the youth group was "Milk Sucks!"

Why?

Hebrews 5:12-13

New Living Translation (NLT)

12 You have been believers so long now that you ought to be teaching others. Instead, you need someone to teach you again the basic things about God’s word. You are like babies who need milk and cannot eat solid food. 13 For someone who lives on milk is still an infant and doesn't know how to do what is right.

He teaches the youth to be adults in their walk with God, not babies on milk.  Hate milk.  Love solid food.