1 Pet 2:1 Wherefore laying aside all malice, and all guile, and hypocrisies, and envies, and all evil speakings, 2 As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby: 3 If so be ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious.
How bitter is the taste of malice? How distasteful is guile? How acrid is hypocrisy? How unpleasant the flavor of envy? What kind of pungent aftertaste must evil speaking leave?
Yet, our Lord provides a feast for us in His Word; sincere milk, pure water, strong meat, honey in the honeycomb.
Why any professed believer would choose the poisonous over the precious at spiritual dinnertime is beyond me. It puts me in mind of the old movies when some old codger would take a long swig of some nasty moonshine from an old jug, gyrate in pain as the firewater burns his gullet, then he finally recovers and declares, "Now that's some good stuff!" Oh sure, put me down for a couple of jugs!
Come and dine, the Master calleth, come and dine.
You may feast at Jesus' table all the time.
He Who fed the multitude, turned the water into wine,
To the hungry calleth now, oh, come and dine?
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