Bloggers are a weird lot. Literally anything can inspire a post. This
past Sunday at church, as I was taking communion, I thought “Jesus tastes good.” Then I thought why don’t the majority of folks agree with this assessment? Is it because of us–because of me–leaving a bad taste in people’s mouths? Are we like Moses at the waters of Meribah, misrepresenting God? Is he angry with us because of it? Someone (I don’t recall who–maybe Louie Giglio) once said:
“Christians are the single biggest cause of atheism in the world. They acknowledge Jesus with their lips, then walk out the [church] door and deny him with their lifestyle. That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable.”
I agree with that assessment, and am ashamed to admit that it’s true of me: I live far more for my comfort than I have concern for the fate of lost humanity. In fact, much of my thought this week has been spent wondering how I’m going to repair and/or replace the one of my TV’s. As priorities go, that one’s pretty low on the list.
Yet it vexes me. But there’s a whole lost, starving, poor world out there that I give little or no thought to. A wretched creature of habit am I. I get put out when something, or someone interferes with my T.V. watching plans (I watch three shows–stay out of my way, and get off my lawn!).
So, you see: the problem is me.
I am what an unbelieving world finds unbelievable. I am why more people are disinclined to find that Jesus “tastes good.” God forgive me.
How about you? Do you give off the sweet-smelling savor of his presence, or like me radiate the aroma of selfishness?
Does your Jesus “taste good?”