When you have a fantastic, awesome, beyond great meal you know that there is nothing you could tell the chef in how to make the meal better. The meal was beyond better, the meal was awesome! The meal was, dare one use the word, absolutely perfect. The presentation could have been slightly different, but that would have only risked the experience. The spices could have been combined in a different order, but that would have only risked the outcome of preparing the dish.
I can think of several moments like this. The list does goes on and on; wild mushroom risotto by Anton Mossiman, a certain chef’s special at Nobu’s in New York, ay meal that one takes in a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant near Tokyo’s fish market, a main course in Sydney, a lunch in Hells Valley in Hokkaido, comfort food prepared by my mom, several meals by my kid brother, and one of the finest super-bowl dinners with friends in New York. Each experience was so far beyond sufficient that I can only say to the chef, bravo! Fantastic! Incredible! Amazing! Wonderful! Wow! And in the end I sat in silence, overwhelmed by the experience.
There was something that helped the process. With each opportunity I came into it with an open mind, palate, and heart. In most cases my expectations were simply a white canvas. I gave the cook and those with me the opportunity to write the memories with a free hand.
God has given us something wonderful, amazing, and beyond description. Just like a jealous chef, the Angel warns us that “If you add to the words of this prophecy, God will add to your life the disasters written in this book; if you subtract from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will subtract your part from the Tree of Life and the Holy City that are written in this book.” (Revelation 22.19) Yet in these words I see an incredible experience waiting from a master chef.
Come, take, eat, and experience what God has made just for you.
