Honey, I Love You

Uncle Bubba went to the local flea market early in the morning and spied a table with jars of honey poised upon it and a few busybodies buzzing around it. He sidled over to it and listened in on the conversation, the feller selling the honey was also the beekeeper. It was local raw honey and Bubbie tasted a few samples before buying a small jar of gallberry honey. He took his little amber jar home and since it was still early he brewed a cup of hot black coffee and popped a slice of bread into the toaster. He buttered his hot toast and then poured some of the gallberry honey on it and sat at the kitchen table savoring the aromas. Tiny bubbles surrounded the ebony sheen in his bone-white coffee cup. The toast lightly crunches as he bites into the sweet and buttery concoction. Then a floral bouquet blows up in his mouth as the fresh honey's full body of flavor releases itself and Bubbie's senses that he's tasting sweet flowers, actual sweet flowers.

When one experiences something similar, using honey as an example, in it's purest form it is remarkable. As Bubbie's mind was swirling with delight he couldn't help but think of the plants and bees that had to all come together to make something so complex and so simple. How can anyone experience that and doubt that there is a God, one that truly loves us? What other purposes can there be to have such a creation that just so happens to be edible and so good for us? Think, from bee to beekeeper, to Bubbie. It's so simple and that transaction is lost in the aisles of a supermarket. With distracting rows and shelves of fancy labels and choices, we fail to see God in it; the bee, the plant. In Bubbie's view, when we recognize how the universe works together for our benefit we can hear God say, "Honey, I love you."