1 Corinthians 8.13 Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin,
I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause them to fall. – St.
Paul
I have a friend who always challenges me with: what is God saying to you? We talk and
he listens and then He invariably says: so,
what is God telling you to do? Sometimes, I want to yell at my friend: I
DON’T KNOW!!! I don’t, but when I read a passage like 1 Corinthians 8 and land
on verse 13, I ask myself: what is God saying to me? What did He say to Paul?
Corinth was a city of great decadence in those days. It
was a port-town and ports usually have sailors, and if sailors then were like sailors
now, well, you get what I mean; even port-towns need Jesus. Paul was called by
God to plant a church in Corinth and he did. If you read 1 and 2 Corinthians
you might pick up that they had some issues (what church doesn’t), and they
were a little rough around the edges.
Like many-a-church, Corinth not only had their issues,
but they also had their questions: what do we
do about this? What about that? And Paul, absent from the scene, addressed their questions through letters exchanged back and forth
between them. And 1 Corinthians 8 addresses: what to do about eating food which had been sacrificed in pagan temples, to idols.
In Israel, in their old days, the slaughtered animals in
the sacrificial ceremonies were roasted in the fire, and for the most part,
were then eaten by those who sacrificed them. Other cultures did as well. At
some point some enterprising soul came along and established restaurants of
sorts in temples and it caught on like fast-food. It smelled good, it tasted
good, and, no sense in letting it go to waste.
In Corinth, some ate in the temple cafes without so much
as a second thought; it smelled good, it tasted good, and who cares how it got
there, let’s eat! Other’s weren’t so bold; their conscience wouldn’t let them
go that far: the food had been sacrificed
to idols, and therefore it was sacrifice-food, and thereby tainted in some way.
It smelled good and probably tasted good, but it had a stigma: it had been
sacrificed to some pagan god and therefore was bad. And those who ate bad food,
were bad – or so the thinking went.
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