People “taste” my life, mostly through their ears and eyes.

People also taste God, often by tasting His people.

And too often, people think they are tasting God because they have tasted His people. I say “think” because too often God’s people do not taste like God at all.

What triggered this line of thinking? This: “. . . and to the other the savour of life unto life” (2 Corinthians 2:16).

To taste like God, I must taste God.

Thoroughly. Fully. Completely. Often. Voraciously.

Like a hungry man.

And a panting hart.

That I should bless God seems odd, doesn’t it?

I mean, He is to be the One blessing me. Right?

No doubt about it, He blesses me in measureless abundance.

And for that I ought to bless Him.

“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort” (2 Corinthians 1:3).

Hmmm. How to bless God . . . .

With my lips, praising Him for this and thanking Him for that.

With my lips, saying those things which are pleasing to Him and which reflect positively on Him as my Father.

With my life, choosing deeds and purposes and goals that please Him and reflect positively on Him.