Taste my jesus!
The Upward Look, by Jon Forrest
Taste My Jesus
A theological college in the United States invited a renowned professor to their annual conference, as their guest lecturer. The theologian spoke for two and one-half hours "establishing proofs" that the resurrection of Jesus never took place. The professor quoted scholar after scholar and book after book. He concluded that since there was no such thing as the historical resurrection, the religious tradition of the church was groundless. Christianity was all “emotional mumbo-jumbo,” he said, “Because it was based on a relationship with a risen Jesus, who, in fact, never rose from the dead in any literal sense.”
After this verbal dissertation he moved back from the lectern and asked if there were any questions.
After about 30 seconds, an elderly pastor with a hairless head stood up in the back of the auditorium. "Doctor Professor, I have one question", he said, as all eyes turned toward him.
He reached into his sack lunch and pulled out an apple and began eating it. CRUNCH… "My question is a simple question”, CRUNCH ... "Now, I have never read those books you've read"...CRUNCH, "And I can't recite the Scriptures in the original Greek"...CRUNCH, "I know nothing' about Niebuhr and Heidegger"....CRUNCH… He finished the apple.
“All I want to know is: This apple I just ate------was it bitter or was it sweet?"
The professor paused for a moment and answered in a scholarly fashion: "I cannot possibly answer that question, for I have not tasted your apple."
The elderly preacher dropped the core of his apple into his crumpled paper bag, looked up at the professor and said calmly, "Neither have you tasted my Jesus."
The 1,000 plus in attendance throughout the auditorium erupted with applause and cheers. The professor thanked his audience and promptly left the platform.
When I was a student at Dallas Christian College more years ago than I care to admit, I took a turn in leading worship during a college chapel service. The speaker that day was a well known pastor from a mega church. Following the service, I happened to cross paths with the speaker in the college office. He said to me, “The theology of one of your songs was incorrect.” I asked which one and he told me, “He Lives.”
I said, “You don’t believe Jesus rose from the dead?”
“No, I believe in the resurrection, but the words in the song are incorrect. It says, ‘you ask me how I know he lives, He lives within my heart.’ We don’t know he lives because he lives in our hearts. It is the evidence of the resurrection that causes us to know.”
I went from there thinking the man was right and I needed to re-think the old hymn.
However, the more I study Scripture, the more I realize that we are lead to Christ’s resurrection by the evidence through the testimony of eyewitnesses and even some historical and scientific collaboration, but we only truly “know that Jesus lives” by the work he does in our lives every day. The more we know his presence the more we know he lives.
I am thankful to be among those who have tasted the sweetness of Jesus and have been changed through his resurrection.