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The Baker’s Dozen and the Questions of Advent

Updated: Dec 20, 2022

Today’s sermon begins with a children’s book about a legend of St. Nicolas. Sometimes the simplest message is the most profound.

The Baker’s Dozen, a Dutch folktale, retold by Aaron Shepard, illustrations by Wendy Edelson.

In the Dutch colonial town later known as Albany, New York, there lived a baker, Van Amsterdam, who was as honest as he could be. Each morning, he checked and balanced his scales, and he took great care to give his customers exactly what they paid for—not more and not less.

Van Amsterdam’s shop was always busy, because people trusted him, and because he was a good baker as well. And never was the shop busier than in the days before December 6, when the Dutch celebrate Saint Nicholas Day.

At that time of year, people flocked to the baker’s shop to buy his fine Saint Nicholas cookies. Made of gingerbread, iced in red and white, they looked just like Saint Nicholas as the Dutch know him—tall and thin, with a high, red bishop’s cap, and a long, red bishop’s cloak.

One Saint Nicholas Day morning, the baker was just ready for business, when the door of his shop flew open. In walked an old woman, wrapped in a long black shawl.

“I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.”

Taking a tray, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies. He started to wrap them, but the woman reached out and stopped him.

“I asked for a dozen. You have given me only twelve.”

“Madam,” said the baker, “everyone knows that a dozen is twelve.”

“But I say a dozen is thirteen,” said the woman. “Give me one more.”

Van Amsterdam was not a man to bear foolishness. “Madam, my customers get exactly what they pay for—not more and not less.”

“Then you may keep the cookies.”

The woman turned to go, but stopped at the door.

“Van Amsterdam! However honest you may be, your heart is small and your fist is tight. Fall again, mount again, learn how to count again!

Then she was gone.

From that day, everything went wrong in Van Amsterdam’s bakery. His bread rose too high or not at all. His pies were sour or too sweet. His cakes crumbled or were chewy. His cookies were burnt or doughy.

His customers soon noticed the difference. Before long, most of them were going to other bakers.

“That old woman has bewitched me,” said the baker to himself. “Is this how my honesty is rewarded?”

A year passed. The baker grew poorer and poorer. Since he sold little, he baked little, and his shelves were nearly bare. His last few customers slipped away.

Finally, on the day before Saint Nicholas Day, not one customer came to Van Amsterdam’s shop. At day’s end, the baker sat alone, staring at his unsold Saint Nicholas cookies.

“I wish Saint Nicholas could help me now,” he said. Then he closed his shop and went sadly to bed.

That night, the baker had a dream. He was a boy again, one in a crowd of happy children. And there in the midst of them was Saint Nicholas himself.

The bishop’s white horse stood beside him, its baskets filled with gifts. Nicholas pulled out one gift after another, and handed them to the children. But Van Amsterdam noticed something strange. No matter how many presents Nicholas passed out, there were always more to give. In fact, the more he took from the baskets, the more they seemed to hold.

Then Nicholas handed a gift to Van Amsterdam. It was one of the baker’s own Saint Nicholas cookies! Van Amsterdam looked up to thank him, but it was no longer Saint Nicholas standing there.

Smiling down at him was the old woman with the long black shawl.

Van Amsterdam awoke with a start. Moonlight shone through the half-closed shutters as he lay there, thinking.

“I always give my customers exactly what they pay for,” he said, “not more and not less. But why not give more?”

The next morning, Saint Nicholas Day, the baker rose early. He mixed his gingerbread dough and rolled it out. He molded the shapes and baked them.

He iced them in red and white to look just like Saint Nicholas. And the cookies were as fine as any he had made.

Van Amsterdam had just finished, when the door flew open. In walked the old woman with the long black shawl.

“I have come for a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies.”

In great excitement, Van Amsterdam counted out twelve cookies—and one more.

“In this shop,” he said, “from now on, a dozen is thirteen.”

“You have learned to count well,” said the woman. “You will surely be rewarded.”

She paid for the cookies and started out. But as the door swung shut, the baker’s eyes seemed to play a trick on him. He thought he glimpsed the tail end of a long red cloak.

* * *

As the old woman foretold, Van Amsterdam was rewarded. When people heard he counted thirteen as a dozen, he had more customers than ever.

In fact, Van Amsterdam grew so wealthy that the other bakers in town began doing the same. From there, the practice spread to other towns, and at last through all the American colonies.

And this, they say, is how thirteen became the “baker’s dozen”—a custom common for over a century, and alive in some places to this day.

“Why not give more?”

The question echoes in my heart each time I read this book.

The baker’s unexamined but strongly held principles of fairness shaped his business and life.

No one got less than they deserved, and no one got more.

Only his encounter with the old woman made him question his assumptions.

We all live with assumptions we rarely examine.

It is as if we are bound by unseen rules.

The people who came to be baptized by John in the wilderness were no different.

As they heard him preach, they realized that what they thought was right and fair

Was really hardheartedness, and they wanted to do something about it.

John the Baptist’s message of repentance spoke to their need to take a second look at how they lived.

The word ‘repentance’ in Greek literally means to turn around and go the opposite direction.

The people who came to John wanted to make changes in their lives.

They wanted forgiveness and release from the past.

They wanted the one who would come in power to empower them to live a new future.

Through John the Baptist’s ministry, they had a chance to think anew about their priorities,

Their beliefs, and their actions.

They confessed their sins, and got a fresh start and a new perspective.

Advent is a time to question old assumptions.

It’s a time for repentance and a fresh start for us.

Like the baker in the story, we have the opportunity be shaken awake.

Our encounter with John the Baptist and with Jesus himself challenges our ways of thinking and doing.

What question are you asking yourself this Advent?

Who is the challenging voice crying out today?

What wilderness are you willing to enter to reconsider your assumptions

about work, your family, or society?

This questioning is the preparation of Advent.

It is the first step towards forgiveness.

It is the first step towards living in the freedom of the Spirit.

It is the way we open ourselves to receive the good news of Jesus Christ.

Pastor Julie



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