It’s not a word I ever use. In fact, I never have before. But it came to mind watching my kids eat a couple nights ago, so I looked it up. It seems like a good fit. Let me tell you about it:
So I got all the kids sitting up in their highchairs ready for dinner. The ALMOST Two Year Old spouts off saying, “Wow! Okay… Oh Wow!”
Yeah. We are about to give thanx for these chicken nuggets, and the child says, “Wow!… Oh Wow!”
The BEEN Two Year Old strikes a prayer posture. Once we begin to eat he says, “Mmmmmm…..”
I like to watch him eat. He seems so purposeful trying this and tasting that – like a thoughtful tourist sampling the culture, he is new to life in God’s creation. He makes a mess, but somehow he seems dignified doing it.
Then the One Year Old…. She picks through the thin slices I cut in easy-to-chew bites for her, and after a minute I offer her a pouch of baby food: banana, blueberry, and beets all mooshed together like pudding in a tube/pouch. As I hold it out for her to get some, her mouth opens wide – all the way wide – and her eyes squint. She is new at this, but she is going to figure it out.
I watch these kids experience new tastes, textures, and smells in the food. The squeals and giggles fill the room. The happiness is perfect bliss. They eat love. They are new to life, and absorb it full-flavor.
I suddenly think of Adam and Eve eating from the Tree of Life.
It’s not a meal of sheer calories and vitamins; its more – a celebration of life! Sharing the time and space, the smiles and giggles, the food filling the tummies all go together to create HOME in which God grants us innocence, peace, hope, faith, and LOVE. Life happens there. The kids trust me completely.
I suddenly think of communion – the bread/wine, the body/blood, the fruit of the Tree of Life.
It’s not just a somber ritual reduced to introspective worthiness and a pinch of cracker and a thimble-full of juice; it’s a prophetic act daring to trust that Jesus is the Bread from Heaven. Even more, it’s sharing commitment to God and one another, the breaking down of social barriers, the confrontation with principalities and powers, the table prepared for us in the presence of our enemies. At this table, we rule the world with God!
I suddenly think of the party in Luke 14 – a cosmic party between God and the poor.
I hope I get invited. I hope I don’t blow off my invitation. When you invite the poor to eat at the King’s table, you expect they will make a mess, but you can sit back and watch them take to the party like a duck takes to water. It’s almost like Jesus knew what he was talking about or something. The poor savor every morsel. They are Wow’d by the food, by the love, by the celebration.
How did they get so important?
They don’t know, but they are determined to enjoy the party!
That wonderment is right at the nub of what the meal is all about. It’s not sheer theological vitamins or spiritual calories! It’s LOVE in the flesh!!!
My babies eat WONDERMENT.
I want to eat it too.
If you ever receive an invitation to share this meal, drop whatever else you thought you had going for you, and go. Show up. You will have to humble yourself, but this is LIFE and you don’t want to miss it.