#that'sforbabies

So, meat.

I love meat. When do I love meat?

These times:
1) When it's hot.
2) When it's cold.
3) When it's in a sandwich.
4) When it's on a plate.
5) When it's on a stick - ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S ON A STICK.
6) When it's witty.
7) When it asks me to prom.
8) When it tells me we're gonna be together forever.

Okay, the last three are along the lines of wishful thinking. But, the point is - I would marry a pot roast if it asked.

So, why all this wonderful talk of meat? I shall and will break it down for you.

I was hangin' with the first of the Peters the other day over on the New Testament block and here's what caught my eye - "You must crave spiritual milk so that you can grow into the fullness of your salvation. Cry out for this nourishment as a baby cries for milk, now that you have had a taste of the Lord's kindness." - 1 Peter 2:2-3

Now, I'm not much of a milk person. Rarely do I find myself drinking it out of a cup unless there's Cap'n Crunch mixed in with it. But as a baby, I was ALL OVER THAT MILK. Obviously, according to doctors and research and all that business, I needed it to survive - to grow - to become awesome. As I got older, though, I lost my taste, that craving for milk, and started realizing I needed something more substantial to live off of.

So, I started thinking - What if God was having a BBQ, and I got invited? 

 And I walk in, give the Apostles a couple of high fives, sit down with Esther for a bit (that girl is so fly), have a good laugh with Jesus about how Potato Salad isn't really a salad, and finally make my way over to God who's wearing a "King of the Grill...And Everything" apron. I look down at the BBQ pit, and He's got oodles of ribs, brisket, chicken, pork chops, and every other meat imaginable cooking on there. Before I can tell Him what I want on my plate He hands me a glass of milk.

Me: "Ummm, thank you?"
God: "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something different?"
Me: "Well, I mean, you've got all this delicious looking meat here..."
God: "I didn't know you were ready for that. You've been satisfied with milk for so long that I figured you just wanted to stick with that."
Me: "That is true, but now that I see all of this meat, the milk just doesn't seem like enough."
God: "Word."

The point of all this? Here. We. Go.

We all start our relationship with the Lord on milk. We crave it because it sustains us, it helps us to survive, to grow with Him. In a sense, we're babies and we search for those things of Him that we can understand, that we're capable of digesting in the beginning. But just as we grow and mature physically, we also grow and mature spiritually. Just as our physical bodies begin to demand something more than milk to sustain us, so also do our Spirits demand something more than just the milk of God's Word. We have to start asking for the meat. We have to start consuming something that requires a little work - a little chewing.

Set that glass of milk down.

We want the brisket.

Kbye.

#that'sforbabies