“Then Jesus declared, ‘I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty…If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever…Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in him’…From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him” (John 6:35-66, NIV 1984).   George is a friend and a patient who now sees Jesus face to face. The other day from his hospital bed, his wife and daughters noticed a big smile, after which they saw George lick his lips. They asked George if he was okay, and he answered with a grin of joy, “I just got a mouthful of Jesus.”   Wow, I sure hope that when I’m close to meeting my Savior face to face, He will give me a mouthful of Himself to encourage me on my journey. I know He does this for many. I’ve often been encouraged watching patients experience God’s presence in amazing ways as they were leaving this side of Ggory, headed to Him on the eternal side.   But what if I had a “mouthful of Jesus” right now, long before that guaranteed event?   What if I could taste His love and wrap my senses around the Bread of Life even now? Why not?   What would I do if I my mouth was really filled with Jesus? Might I ingest my Lord, as He asked me to do, so that His Spirit might fill and empower me for His glory?   Would that mouthful encourage my tongue to speak His name?   Am I chewing my life so fast and overpowering my taste with so many flavors that I miss the one true flavor that fills and lasts? Might I spit out a few other flavors to appreciate that best flavor? Could I name one that needs to be spat?   George was letting go of everything and tasting Jesus. Shouldn’t I? Or am I like those who turned away from my Lord because this teaching was too hard?   Dear God, Let me rise up and meet you and empty myself for you. Fill me, so that… Amen