Blessed is the man whose wife can cook as good as his mother. We learned what foods where supposed to taste like at our mother’s table. Our taste buds were trained to the idiosyncrasies of our mother’s stuffing, pies, lasagna and cream of wheat. Later in life it is rare to find something just as good as what was on our childhood table. Really good pie crust is a gift. Can you believe what you get from a store bought pie? Most of the time it is two pieces of cardboard covering up something dumped out of a can. And pumpkin pie has to have that just right amount of whatever it was that our mothers used.
I’m sure you have noticed how important food is in the Bible. We started off with fruit from a tree in Eden and end with a wedding feast spoken of at the close of the Book of Revelation. In between there are Psalms about the Lord preparing a table before us and Abraham feeding angels on their way to Sodom. Jesus was not only a feeder of thousands He was also an attendee at banquets. Matthew had one for Him. Simon of Bethany had a feast honoring Him. The disciples ate food from fields they passed and hoped for figs from a tree by the road. Of course we must mention the Last Supper on that fateful Thursday evening before the cross.
“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month.” Revelation 22
Written by Roger Bothwell on November 29, 2012
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