Every family has a smart one, a funny one, and a vulgar one. A tall one, a bearded one, and an extra-moley one.
Every family also has a bite-taker. And in my family, that person is me.
Not in a vampy way, of course. I'm talking food. Especially at restaurants. Especially at Cheesecake Factory - home of the "Gone with the Wind" sized menus - where my indecisiveness and love for variety collide. Where I annoy my family by eyeballing their plates and hinting for bites, "Ah man, I should've gotten that!" (If only there was a Glamburger/Herb-Crusted Salmon/Thai Lettuce Wrap/Godiva Cheesecake combo plate.)
Sneaking bites at home is easier. I don't ask, I just do. "Would you like a bowl of cereal, dear?" It's purely selfish. I gotta have my bite! But don't get me wrong, I love my cinnamon raisin Ezekiel toast each morning. It just needs a follow-up bite of cereal. Like a mini dessert for breakfast. Besides, why on earth would I want to eat an entire bowl of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios? Well maybe I could think of one or two or a MILLION reasons why.
But sometimes I'll taste something and no bueno! Take cantaloupe and green olives, I've established long ago they're not for me. And it's a done deal. But some foods I'll "repeat try," like curry. I'm waiting for me to like it one day. Hasn't happened yet.
You see, tasting food - liking certain foods - is a very personal thing. You don't know until you try it.
That's how it is with God.
Psalm 34:8 says, "Taste and see that the Lord is good."
Until you try him, until you taste him - for yourself - you won't know what he's like. Everything about God, all his sweetness and all his "built-up sugar" (as my husband says of our kids when kissing their necks), will be unknown to the one who doesn't first taste - trust - that he really is good.
And I've heard it said that "faith is the soul's taste." Oh, how I love a good food/God analogy! Now if only spiritual bite-taking was as easy as cereal bite-taking...