It was always interesting to have dinner with one my brother friars.We would being eating pasta and sauce and he is across the table in near ecstasy going on about the flavors, the subtle taste of this or that ingredient. It was almost the diner scene from “Harry Met Sally.” Me? I can barely distinguish between Mama Leoni’s and mama-it-came-from-a-jar. I suspect my friar friend is a ‘supertaster” – a person by genetic disposition and heritage who possesses more taste buds, a greater sense, and is inevitably a “foodie.”
I am also amazed at how people can draw such distinctions between fragrances, bouquet’s of different wines, and the like. Again genetics and chemistry favor some people. I imagine they would have swooned as the cost perfume’s aroma wafted through the home of Martha and Mary. Me, not so much.
But genetic disposition and chemistry play no role in savoring the sweet fragrance of salvation. What is presciently played out in the tender anointing, is grimly played out in the death and crucifixion of Jesus. The redemption brought about by Jesus’ self-sacrifice is the first fruits of our salvation. The fruit one need only taste to enjoy the eternal ecstasy with God.