Last November, COVID-19 stripped me of my ability to taste and smell. Even now, all these months later, I don’t have half the capacity of either sense. But it’s funny what the mind can do. I can remember what things taste like, so when I take a swig of coffee, I’m sort of living vicariously – through my former ability to taste, and I get a hint of the taste I’m expecting.
And for now, that’s enough. One day, both senses will be fully restored, and I’ll be even more appreciative.
As I thought about that this past week during an email exchange with a friend, it reminded me of the many tastes of heaven we get here on earth.
Worship services give us a taste of heaven as we set aside the cares of this world to focus on the eternal.
Nature gives us a taste of heaven, giving us the opportunity to reflect on the Creator.
Marriage gives us a taste of heaven as two become one.
Childbirth gives us a taste of heaven, giving us hope.
Adoption gives us a taste of heaven, especially since all believers are adopted into the kingdom.
Friendship gives us a taste of heaven as we live sacrificially for one another.
Breaking bread with each other gives us a taste of heaven as we wait for Christ’s return.
These are all marvelous reminders of what’s to come for the believer. They fall short on this side of eternity but for now, they are enough.