Mm, Mm, Good!

No, this is not a commercial for Campbell’s Soup. Have you ever had something to eat that was so good you couldn’t get enough of it, or eat it fast enough? An adult friend while eating ice cream with topping exclaimed in a delightful childish manner, “I like this… a lot!” I remember as a kid getting a rare all-day sucker and liking it “A lot!” So much so, in fact, that I finally chewed it up in a lot less time than a day. I have gained more impulse control, though, and now could probably lick it until gone.

Often I have commented to having been blessed with defective taste buds. Yes, defective. I say that because I like everything. Yes, everything (pretty much). I’m not sure why this is, but I know of few whom like most any food the same way as do I. Not quantity (except all-day suckers), but in variety. I say this with a certain amount of smugness because most people I know are picky eaters, especially females (with all due respect). Even if normally good food (which for me means all) is prepared horribly, I usually eat it anyway. Why not?

I must admit a couple of things come to mind that I would rather not eat, and that is small shrimp and pure horseradish. I swear, small shrimp are nothing but cousins to grub worms on which I wage war continuously, and I almost died accidentally eating a teaspoon of pure horseradish at a Seder meal. All of our children are good eaters when it comes to varieties of food. When they were growing up we taught them (they would say made them) to eat whatever was served with no complaints, much as we were raised. I feel sorry for kids whose parents pander to their “tastes” and unknowingly teach them to be “picky” eaters. Such things can last a lifetime.

Some time back I wrote a piece titled, “Why Mattie Likes Buttermilk.” Mattie is our youngest son who, after ten or so, announced that he was reverting back to his full name Matthew, and now after much maturity has recanted. A growing up thing. I think all of our kids like buttermilk. Not that they necessarily go out and buy it, but can drink some without gagging. And all because I grew up enjoying crumbling up corn bread in a glass of buttermilk and eating it with a spoon. I still do that when Pat buys a quart for baking pralines and uses only a cup. All I can say is, “Mm, Mm, Good.” One of our daughter’s friends was shocked when finding out she actually had drank buttermilk. Her response was, “I thought that was only for cooking?” Well, all I can say is “train up a child…”

For Christmas I bought Pat a book about the Amish. She loves to read novels about the Amish people and has become acquainted with authors who seem to focus on them. Of course, everyone lives happily ever after, like Hallmark movies. In fact, I think Pat has learned some bad habits from reading these books, her shunning works pretty well on me. This latest book, which contains three books really, and is as thick as Mein Kampf, was not an all day sucker for Pat. I’ve suggested she treat book reading as an all day sucker to make it last longer, but fat chance of that. Her all day sucker was too slow, so she chewed it up. She’s almost finished. No impulse control.

By revelation and inspiration of the Holy Spirit, writers of the Bible used everyday language and imagery to convey the truths of God. The parables of Jesus were usually well understood by peasants and kings. Since in the daily life of everyone, eating and drinking is maybe the most common experience, it was used frequently to illustrate lessons and truths.

It’s not that a relationship is entered into with God and found wanting, but as the Psalmist states, “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him” (Psalm 34:8). Speaking of the teachings of God: “The ordinances of the Lord are sure and altogether righteous. They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb” (Psalm 19: 9b, 10). These and many others are crystal clear about the pleasure of knowing and obeying God. Few things are quite as understandably delicious as pure honey from the honeycomb.

The best one, I believe, is found in I Peter where the Apostle is writing to a large diverse group of Christians both Jewish and Gentile who probable were saved during the Passover in Jerusalem as recorded in Acts Ch. 2. In a section of I Peter, during his discourse on living a holy life, he states that “like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good” (vs. 2,3).

What great imagery. Nothing is as pure, healthy and foundational as the baby being nourished by his mother’s milk. And nothing satisfies the newborn so completely. It is unparalleled in its ability to provide the perfect ingredients for growth, immune system and physical development. And so it is with our spiritual food. We have tasted and know that the Lord is good. Our spirit senses the life giving goodness of God’s presence for the growth of our soul and we want more. We read His Word and find additional food everywhere we look. We begin to grow up in our salvation to become mature and more like Jesus.

Jesus told the woman at the well, “…whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life” (John 4:14).  “Taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.” I can only say, “Mm, Mm, Good, and Amen!


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