AKA: What's Taste Got to do With It?

In my growing up years, there were certain household rules that we children were expected to follow. They were rules made by Mom and Dad with the good of the family in mind. However, some of them really didn't make any sense to us as children. For example, Mom's unchanging rule of "you have to eat a little bit of everything that is served at mealtimes."


You Are Made To Grow.

Now most times that presented no problem because Mom was a fabulous cook. But there was one thing she sometimes served that did present a problem. At least it did for me, because I just couldn't eat it without gagging. Spinach was its name and slick and slimy was its game. Meals with spinach became a time of intense suffering for me. I couldn't stand the taste of it and just the thought of having to put it in my mouth made me sick.

The Goal is Growth, Grace is the soil.

Mealtimes with spinach became a battle of the wills between Mom and me. Another one of her rules was that until we had eaten every thing on our plate, we weren't allowed to leave the table. Many times, after everyone else had left the table and Mom was doing dishes, I was still sitting there trying to force that spinach down my throat. I remember her saying to me, " Eat it, it's filled with vitamins and nutrition. Your body needs it. It will help you to grow." At the time, she failed to convince me of the truth of those words. In my childish thinking, anything that looked and tasted so bad could not possibly be good for me, no matter how many minerals or vitamins it contained. I thought the logical place for it was the garbage can, but Mom's presence kept that from happening.

The End of Life is not happiness, but growth in character and achievement.

In the years that followed, I learned that Mom was right. Spinach  was good for me. I did need its nutrients. And it did help me to grow. Amazingly enough, because of Mom's  persistent insistence that I eat my spinach, I eventually did learn to eat it with gagging on it.

I've noticed from the way Christ works in my life, that the Heavenly Father promotes growth in His children in much the same manner as a mother does in hers. The goal of both is to produce strong healthy growing children. She wants hers to grow physically. Father God wants His to grow spiritually. To accomplish this, both know that sometimes it requires us  as children to be served in life, something we might not like - but we need. Something we'd rather not have to taste    - but we must. When it's served to us we want to push it from us saying, "I know I'm not going to like this. It's going to be a problem to me. I don't want it. Take it away." But Father God says, "I know you don't want it. I know it's going to be a problem to you. But it's good for you. It's something you need. It will help you to grow spiritually."