Our senses always seem to bring us home, don’t they? The cinnamon aroma of an apple pie; the sight of snowy peaks against a blue sky; the touch of a toddler’s hands on your cheeks; the taste of good coffee; the sound of an old love song; the memory of a loved one’s glance...
Our bodies are wired to remember “home.” Psalm 34:8 invites us to “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.”
The One who wired us with our physical traits and our five senses put into us a way to also sense His presence...to find “home.”
When I read Philippians 4:13, I taste His vitality. When I eat the pleasing promises of Psalm 121, I taste His delight. When I think about the way He desires to give me even more than I ask for in Ephesians 3:20, I taste a new facet of the Father’s love for His daughter. Even more than these, when I walk through a mountain meadow fragrant with pine and flower, hear the song of a stream, and feel the sun on my face, I indeed taste God Himself.
Sometimes, the incredible goodness, sweetness, and richness of what He has for me seems a guilty and undeserved pleasure, like eating five Hershey bars. But God purposes to lavish gifts on those who choose to receive with thanks. In Christ, we are positioned for the glory the Son deserves. Oh what greatness God has called us to, that He should choose to love the world through us. Sweet, full-bodied, pure, fragrant, and satisfying.
Taste and see how good He is.
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