The communion bread today tastes of olives.
Literally the sensation on my tongue is the subtle olive brine of the very best olive you’ve ever eaten.
I sit, facing forward, put the bit of cracker/wafer-like bread in my mouth and almost draw back at the surprise of it. I study it on my tongue. I smile at the surprise. And then I taste the sand – that tiny bit of grit . . . and the ever-present sunshine of the desert.
That’s what Jesus tasted like today – like olives and sand and desert sun.
I don’t think I was getting a secret message to decode.
I think I was getting a gift. And it was just what I needed even though I didn’t know I needed it. And I was grateful and glad – so, so glad.
For today, Jesus tastes of desert sun and sand and olives . . . and it is good.
