"God is tasty."

Says this lady by Newcomb as she hands me a tract. She had overheard me admitting to a friend on the phone about a cooking faux pas I had committed the night before. Personally I still fault myself for the mistake, given the fact I've spent half my life playing in the kitchen.

God is tasty. Reminded me of the seminar I took last semester, "Sensing the Sacred". We basically discussed and wrote about how we perceived the presence of anything deemed holy.

Funny how this comes up, because as of recently I've also asked many a person what they think God smells like. This also stemmed from the same seminar when we had a guest professor talk about the "fragrance of God".

I wonder how it will be that day when we meet Him face to face. Enjoying His presence for eternity and having every sense fulfilled by Him.