Sunday, February 12, 2017
The Christian Life is Delicious
Darren glared at his wife and vicious words slipped and slid off his tongue. “That’s it Donna, I’ll be back tomorrow and by then maybe you’ll sleep some sense into your thick head.”
He grabbed his parka from the corner closet nestled in the entryway of their home and burst out the front door slamming it shut. Not having the parka’s hood over his head the slamming door caused freshly fallen snow to slip off the porch roof and down his neck.
Darren looked for steam escaping from under his shirt and parka collars. He thought about laughing, but that would ruin this self-righteous moment.
In a few swift man-strides he reached the main sidewalk and turned right, but he turned too sharply. His foot slipped on the slick surface, but he caught his balance before he fell.
He stopped and pondered the last few moments. The words uttered, the snow down his neck, and then almost falling. “Oh well, such is life.”
Letting his feet play GPS he passed “Shoppers Delight”, a small suburban mall. “Ok nose, find where that smell of cinnamon roll and coffee is coming from.” He found the scent factory and slipped into a booth.
A waitress soon faced him with order pad and pen.
“Just a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee.
“Cream with your coffee?”
“Naa, black, and I want the roll that I smelled outside on the sidewalk; the one that wouldn’t let me walk by without stopping.
“Sure enough, I’ve been saving it for you since the day before yesterday.”
“Wow, you’re like the weather tonight, very sharp.”
She smiled and went to get his treats.
Darren noticed a wrinkled newspaper lying next to him. He started to pick it up but decided he didn’t want to read anymore about the presidential election.
“Here’s your roll and coffee, enjoy.”
He bit into the roll. Its warmth and softness slipped across his tongue. It reminded him of Donna. Her softness followed by the warmth of her arms around his neck.
Putting the last of his daydream into his mouth he followed it with hot coffee that slid down his esophagus. He left a $10 bill on the table and ventured outside to tonight’s life of cold loneliness.
Darren saw a “Vacancy” sign a couple blocks away, which was a flashing advertisement for his bed that night.
He looked around the room; the sparsely furnished nook matched the moment. “Why did I say those things to Donna? They were out before I even knew they were in.”
He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channel guide; he turned it off “I can see this junk at home, with somebody.”
Darren lay in the bed; it felt huge. He stretched out one arm and felt nothing but empty vastness. He extended his other arm, but, this time, his hand touched something lying on the bedside stand.
He lifted his head and looked. The words Holy Bible scorched his eyes and his reflexes deflected his hand off the Bible and back to the safety of the bed.
Lying there, his nerve and inquisitiveness prevailed and he reached out and put his finger on the Bible. Then he sat up on the edge of the bed and gingerly picked it up.
He opened it to the title page; it, too, said Holy Bible.
He flipped a page and found an index, then an introduction to the Bible, and a section about how the Bible came into existence. Then he came to Genesis 1:1 and read it out loud. “In the beginning God created the heavens and earth.”
Darren laid his hand on the page and then turned it over to look at his palm. No burns, except for the one in his heart.
Slipping into the depth of the pages he began to read, genealogies and all. About an hour later he looked up and descriptive phrases slipped off his tongue headed for his heart.
“I didn’t think it would taste that good; it’s full of flavor, satisfying, aromatic. Its words were smooth, sweet and sour, smelling like life. They soothed my ears and were soft to my eyes.”
Jesus Christ walked Darren home that night. Darren rang the bell and Donna opened the door. He responded to her with a special seasoning that allowed the delicious taste of Christianity to effortlessly slip off his tongue.
Scripture from the NASB