How God is like okra

After a year in Arkansas at college, my daughter said she doesn’t want any okra this summer. We’re Hoosiers. Not having had okra in my life, I asked her what it tastes like. And she struggled to describe it beyond frowning. But if she gave me  a piece to taste, it would make perfect sense.

We often cannot describe what we easily perceive with our senses.

This explains the challenge of talking of God to those who are spiritually asleep. No matter how careful we are and how artful, it is like describing the taste of okra to a Yankee.

All we can do is attempt to stir up the desire for open eyes. We can instruct the sleeper in the means of grace and teach them to pray to be awakened. But until God moves in a person, our words savor little of God’s grace.