Food

Thursday night Jason and I attended an event in which we were able to walk around to 43 different vendors and sample whatever they were offering. We ate so much food, neither of us can tell you what we actually ate (besides fish tacos). We were both miserable when we got home from this event.


Friday, I left Jason at home and went over to a friend's house to watch a moive and snack. There were only five women there and we had a ton of food as well. Everyone took leftovers home.


I never, and I do mean never, go without food. Rarely am I actually hungry when I sit down to eat a meal. I am usually just eating because I know that it is that time of day. I realize how unhealthy this is because it causes me to consume more calories than I actually need. However, the spiritual ramifications of this behavior struck me today as I was reading Luke 4.


Jesus has been baptized by John (whom Scripture tells us fed off locust and honey and never had alcohol) and was then led to the desert. He fasted forty days and was tempted in every way. We are given a glimpse of three of those temptations and Satan's response. As many of you know, Satan first tells Jesus he could turn the rocks into a loaf of bread. Jesus responds with a Scripture out of Deuteronomy 8:3-..."man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD."

And here is where I need to rest for a while. Have I ever just lived "on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord"? Is that joke? Anyone who has ever met can answer that question without hesitation. Anyone who has ever shared dinner at my house can answer that question without hesitation. Anyone who has read the post title "reading" can answer that question.

I enjoy food. The smell of most foods brings me comfort. The different textures excite my mouth. Feeling full is one of my favorite feelings. One of my favorite jobs was being a waitress becuase I saw how happy and content people were. Seriously, how many people do you see walk out of restaurant sad or crying. Yeah, there are a few circumstances but the majority of people who leave a restaurant smiling, laughing and full. That is what food does for me, unless of course I over eat like I did Thursday night.

Wouldn't it be great if that is the way I was walking out of, say, Sunday morning services? Or a Bible Study? Wouldn't it be great if I could smell the comfort of Scriputre when I opened my Bible? If reading different passages provided different texture sensations in my brain? If, after I read what God was saying to me, I felt full and that was the feeling that was my favorite thing?

Is that possible?