Dietary Laws: Outdated Legalism or The Father's Hand of Protection?
Nothing gave me a better glimpse of the Father's love for me than looking into the face of my newborn. Only then did I understand what it meant to love someone else more than myself.
The first time my boy got sick it broke my heart. Lying in my arms his limp little body radiated heat. His eyes seemed glazed over with a sheet of pink glass. I thought to myself, "I wish it were me and not him." At that moment, I realized I would gladly give my life for his. Almost instantly, I understood why God described Himself to us as our Father, and why Christ would die for us -- unconditional love.
Then came the toddler years. Although my love never changed, how I expressed it sure did. I made rules. Most of the time, he really couldn't understand why I said no. That's perfectly fine with me. I didn't need him to understand that the big brown "boat" swirling in the water was not put there for him to play with. He'll get it later when he discovers the meaning of gross, and eventually he'll understand the concept of germs. Until then, I just expected obedience.
He's 35 now. It's not an issue. Although he's never thanked me, I'm pretty sure he's glad I never let him splash in the toilet, or eat everything he found on the floor.
In The Maker's Diet the author Jordan S.Rubin, makes a strong case that the dietary laws given to God's chosen people, is His hand of protection. Apparently God knew that with enough barbecue sauce we would happily lick a toilet.