It is an odd word. The letters don’t really add up to the sound we make when we say the word. You have to go beyond the phonetics.
But then there’s something so appropriate about using such a cacophony of letters to spell it.
When we use the word, we usually mean that we like the taste if it. But delicious is so much more than something we like. It’s a word you use when you encounter something that surpasses what you expect, something that is an encounter with your senses that was difficult to imagine until it happened. Something you can’t fully explain, but which need to be encountered by somebody else to understand what you really mean.
You could describe the bodily resurrection of the crucified Jesus as good, nice, great, historical, important, world-changing. Mary and Peter, who were the first to encounter the empty tomb and the risen Jesus, didn’t know how to describe it, to put into words what they were encountering. I’m not sure they ever got the words. 50 days later, when they encountered the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, I think they got a measure of the significance, as he impacted their lives in such a powerful way that made the Jesus they knew so familiar and accessible.
Delicious, in other words.
Jesus did use powerful images in his ministry, that were confusing, such as insisting that we would have to eat his flesh and drink his blood. It wasn’t cannibalism he meant, that is obvious, but a picture that points to the intimacy of living a surrendered life that Jesus empowers with his very life.
Taste and taste until you see.