That passage talks about a childlike faith, not a reverence for baking trays. If my child began to revere a baking tray I would correct them and make sure their focus is on Jesus. Why wouldn't you?
If someone's faith so permeates his life that even a smudge on a baking tray reminds him of that which is holy ... I, for one, am not going to slam his childlike faith. Jesus expressly advised against such a slam.
Me? I don't really see it ... probably wouldn't at all if it weren't pointed out. But I have a lot more respect for childlike faith than pseudo-sophisticated mockery.
YMMV.
Out.
I see His Blood upon the Rose
By Joseph Mary Plunkett (18871916)
I SEE his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voiceand carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.