This is what my 32k pays for...

Being saturated in the Biola Bubble, I try to indulge myself on occasion in pondering on non-theological issues - which gives me a break from the heavy doctrines, but still allows myself to explore my curiosity of God’s strange ways.

As I studied for my interterm midterm, my meditations and wavering thoughts led me to inquire what exactly manna tasted like.

“The people of Israel called the bread manna. It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey” (Exodus 16:31).

After concluding that there would be no equivalent of manna today, (except maybe Nilla wafers?), Boyfriend’s dad proposed that perhaps it tasted different to each person. The Israelites had to eat this stuff for 40 years…“No wonder they were pissed” (Boyfriend’s dad).

So this led me to combine the wandering with the Matrix, where the “single-celled protein and amino acid colloid” tastes like anything you could desire, though you don’t really know what it really tastes like.

All this to say…

Manna to me, would taste like French vanilla ice cream with fresh raspberries.
Manna to Boyfriend, would taste like lasagna, with extra meat and extra cheese.
Manna to Boyfriend’s dad, would taste like boysenberry pie, a la mode.
Manna to Megan, would taste like in-n-out.
Manna to Chris…it wouldn’t matter what it would taste like, because he’d be willing to eat it, even for another 40 years.
Manna to Bill, would taste like anything from Hot off the Grill.
Manna to Lily bug, would taste like her fist.
Manna to Mr. Jolly, would taste like Irish corned beef and cabbage.
Manna to Shalisa, would taste like a turkey, mustard and pickle sandwich with extra avocados.
Manna to Kim, would taste like diet coke.
Manna to Griepsma, would taste like blueberry muffins with crumb topping.

What would manna to you taste like?

(Disclaimer: this blog post is not by any means intended to blasphemy, and/or stumble anyone)

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