Taste and See

Last week was a bit stressful for me. Worry was the main culprit. Anxious thoughts and fret fests conspired to deliver me to the edge of panic.

But God is good to widen my focus to see the table He has set before me. I realize I am hungry for a different point of view. What I’m craving is an eternal perspective.

Take the story of Elijah, more specifically the part in 1 Kings 19. Elijah is fresh off a mountain top experience after defeating the prophets of Baal on Mount Carmel and yet he flees to the wilderness after a death threat from Jezebel. Elijah is so downcast that he pleads, “It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.”

The LORD responds by sending an angel who prepares food and drink for Elijah and says to him:

Arise and eat, for the journey is too much for you.

First, I confess, the journey is too much for me. It is too far and too arduous. It is often scary. My need is great and I suspect yours is too. We all enjoy times of rejoicing and seasons of ease, but the human condition is such that we must endure suffering, too. Or sometimes even worse, we watch our loved ones struggle. Difficulties are part of the journey.

What we need is sustenance and nourishment to help us see past our present circumstances and give us strength to endure. And so the words of the Angel are truth and wisdom.

Arise and eat.

Elijah eats the food prepared for him and continues in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights.

There is a kind of feast in Scripture. No dietary restrictions here; you can indulge to your heart’s content. Jesus is our daily bread. Take and eat. Return again and again to the table and partake of His goodness. Savor the Gospel. Mercy excites the taste buds. Redemption satisfies the appetite. Relish the long-lasting flavor of forgiveness and grace. Fill up on the love of God. This is stick to your ribs food. Taste and see that the Lord is good.

And when you are full, see if dessert is not a sweet, sweet foretaste of eternity.

By His Grace and for the Gospel,
Terrie van Baarsel



I Am Not Tall

I am not tall
But my legs work fine
They are long enough
My feet are well grounded.
I am not pretty
But don’t tell the man who’s loved me
For more than thirty-three years.
I am not clever
But I’m no fool
When I don’t understand
I know who to trust.
I’m no gourmet chef
But dinner is on the table
At the appointed time.
I am not smart
But I am curious
I question and read
I know House Finches eat oranges
And recently discovered
That a flibbertigibbet
Is a flighty, excessive talker
A flibbertigibbet, I am not.
I’m not an intellectual
Do not ask me to do math
But I know about Plato’s Cave
And Pascal’s Wager
And I am certainly all in
On the existence of God.
I am not rich
But I’ve stargazed in Zion
Skated on frozen canals
And gathered seashells at sunset
Along the shore of the North Sea.
I am not famous
But my friends and family know me
I can pick up my own groceries
Without causing a stir.
I’m not elegant
I can bait my own hook
And spit.
I am no leader
But I can serve
Or follow.

I wish I could say I’m never anxious.
I wish I could say I don’t worry.
I wish I could say I’m always kind.

I am not brave
But I know how to pray.
I’m no angel
I am a child of God.
I am not young
But I can walk forever
Unless through deep sand
In the heat of the day.
I am not tall.