Gnocchi

 

Gnocchi

John 14:23 “Jesus answered and said unto him, If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.”

John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

Mark 1:10 “And straightway coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon him:”

     I am not an Italian chef.  Furthermore, I have never eaten gnocchi.  Having been assigned to an Italian airbase, our liking was more the pizza!  Oh yah, give me that wood fired pizza any day.  I understand gnocchi is made from potatoes, flour, and eggs.  Mixing the dough is standard but forming the chunks is the knack. Turn the long roll and pinch off the little guys.  In the end, drop them into boiling water.  You know they are done when they float.

     God is the three-in-one.  Around the mid 2nd century, the Church fathers began understanding  Him in three distinct personalities.  A progressive revelation as God shown Himself to the faithful.

     In Antioch, we were first called “Little Christs” or Christians.  Suddenly we had a name.  Under this label we ran to the ends of the world.  Taking His cross upon us, we dragged that thing anywhere our feet would take us.  So identifying with Christ, we bore His afflictions being beaten and scourged for the privilege of the Name.  Like gnocchi, we found our boiling water.

     Didn’t God form a new thing?  New creatures surely made in His image.  Once in darkness, transposed to light of a new spirit responsive to Him.  Pinching us off the Roll, we curiously looked similar.  Ready for firming up, God in His wisdom tested us through trials.  Dropped into the death of this world, we came up to Him again when done.

     “Alas Master!  It was borrowed.”  Elisha’s prophetical son flipped the head into the drink and got panicky.  Elisha simply cut the stick and fetched it into the water where the ax head dropped.  Then it did swim.  Jesus found his boiling water.  Separated in death from His God, He was reunited again.  Reformed, He told Mary not to touch Him since He had not yet ascended.

     Coming up from the water, we face our Father in newness.  When done, He scoops us out ready for the feast.  Joining our brothers and sisters in savory sauce, He places us in offering at His table.

     Are we to be consumed by our God?  A great picture for we all know what food does to us.  The presentation to our sight, the wafting aroma to our nose, and the meeting of the morsel to our lips.  Teeth know the texture as our tongue searches for taste.  In satisfaction, the experience is culminated with a swallowing of approval.  Can we give God this?

     He delighted in a burnt offering.  The smell was precious to Him.  It put Him at ease, covering the sins of Israel once again.  How much more will He enjoy a meal of those in obedience to Him?

     Again, I have never made gnocchi.  Being American, I let the professionals do it.  Italian Grandmas in kitchens can whip out this creation.  God with disciples works the same.  Severing them from the whole, He tests with heat.  Up we come seeing His smiling face.

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