Worship con Queso


Given an opportunity to contribute something here at the Rabbit Room, this piece came immediately to mind. Why? For starters, it’s inspired by some things C.S. Lewis (The Patron Rabbit? The Grand Hare?) wrote about worship and pleasure. Second, it’s also about Mexican food. I can’t explain why, but I just have a feeling that quite a number of the folks who hang out here understand the importance of quality TexMex.

So, while this piece was originally published in Christianity Today a while back, it gives me a particular pleasure to share it here. I hope you feel likewise!

There’s a TexMex restaurant in Houston I have visited on three occasions. Each meal has begun with chile con queso. The cheese at this particular restaurant is the most delicious food I have ever tasted.

Each time, the queso has ushered me into a worship experience. With every bite, I have been overcome with gratitude to God for creating taste buds, cows, and human ingenuity. And that gratitude has led to praise.

I get varied reactions to my testimony of worship-via-queso. Some folks understand. Some think I’m kidding. And others are skeptical that such a carnal thing as a TexMex appetizer could facilitate genuine worship.

We Christians have a long history of mixed and sometimes openly-hostile attitudes toward sensual pleasure. Saint Augustine is the fourth-century poster boy for our dilemma, struggling in Book X of his Confessions to reign in each of his five senses. He attempts, for example, to “take food at mealtimes as though it were medicine” and to “fight against the pleasure in order not to be captivated by it.”

Augustine is ever-vigilant that the pleasure we find in created things never replace our desire for the Creator. His caution is well-taken. But lately I’ve been discovering an emphatically pro-pleasure voice in the writings of another Christian guide, albeit one from a much later century.

C.S. Lewis is known, of course, as a literary scholar, novelist and Christian apologist. He is also, consistently, a Curator of Pleasure. Where there is beauty to be received, music to be heard, laughter to be welcomed, or (especially) food to be eaten, Lewis attends, celebrates, scrutinizes, describes and partakes.

In Letters to Malcolm, Chiefly on Prayer, Lewis argues that the pleasure we receive from enjoyments like forest moss and sunlight, birdsong, morning air, and the comfort of soft slippers are “shafts of [God’s] glory as it strikes our sensibility.” Our task is not to guard against sensual enjoyment, but to allow our minds to run “back up the sunbeam to the sun”—to see every pleasure as a “channel of adoration.”

Lewis even argues there is no such thing as a “bad” pleasure—only pleasures “snatched by unlawful acts.” But he is not blind to the propensity for “concupiscence” (lustfulness) that so haunts Augustine. When our response to pleasure is greed instead of adoration—when we seek to grasp and possess rather than receive—our healthy cry of “This also is Thou!” distorts into “… the fatal word: Encore.”

In his introduction to The Four Loves, Lewis distinguishes between “Need-Pleasures” and “Pleasures of Appreciation.” The enjoyment we feel upon receiving a Need-Pleasure—water to quench urgent thirst, for example, or the scratching of an itch—-is intense but short-lived. When the need is met, we move on. But Appreciation-Pleasures—things we don’t need but awaken us to delight, like delicious smells, extraordinary tastes, and scenes of beauty—engender a lingering sensation of pleasure that intensifies over time. Greed—the repeated cry of “Encore!” to, say, rich black coffee or extra-creamy queso—may transform a Pleasure of Appreciation into a Pleasure of Need, draining all the lasting enjoyment out of it.

The answer, Lewis contends, is not to avoid pleasure but to “have” and “read” it properly—to receive it, open-handed, as both a gift and a message. “We know we are being touched by a finger of that right hand at which there are pleasure for evermore. There need be no question of thanks or praise as a separate event, something done afterwards. To experience the tiny theophany is itself to adore.”

In many respects, Augustine and Lewis are arguing two sides of the same coin. But there is a major point of divergence at the heart of their opposite orientations to pleasure. Where Augustine sees our sensuality as a liability to be managed until God “consign both food and belly to destruction,” Lewis (despite his own Neoplatonism) views every earthly pleasure as an apprenticeship in adoration for the sort of thing that will go on forever in heaven.

Biblical writers seem irresistibly drawn to an image—part metaphor, part promise—of “the sacred meal with God.” From the table prepared for the Psalmist (Ps 23:5), to Jesus’ Lukan story of a great banquet, to the Revelation 19 vision of a wedding supper, the Scriptures are haunted by the idea that we will one day feast together—in the presence of God—forever. The prophet Isaiah (25:6-8) takes particular pleasure in this vision:

On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
On this mountain he will destroy
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
he will swallow up death forever.

For Lewis, earthly meals are opportunities to practice the gratitude and adoration that will accompany our everlasting feast with God. Just as trials train us in patience, pleasure trains us in worship. Every sensual enjoyment (properly received) is a “tiny theophany”—a chance to “taste and see” that God is good, and a reminder that there is a whole lot more where that came from.

I rest my queso.


  1. Ron Block


    Great post, Carolyn, and a crucial point you are making. I especially love this: ‘The answer, Lewis contends, is not to avoid pleasure but to “have” and “read” it properly—to receive it, open-handed, as both a gift and a message.’

    Self-hatred, despising of the natural body, and other bent theologies are often touted as holiness. I lean much more toward Lewis’ view, and even push it further. I would go so far as to say there is no human faculty or emotion we experience that is right or wrong in and of itself. What distinguishes right from wrong is our response. Even things spoken of negatively in Scripture (jealousy, or hatred, for instance) have a right use. God is a jealous God. God hates evil.

    Knowing this leaves me free to see, and know, and trust, and choose, and not duck down in a self-condemning fetal position every time I struggle with negative emotions or temptations.

  2. Lisa

    How wonderful to see Carolyn here! One of my favourite singer/songwriters! (and a Canadian to boot, I say with a hint of national pride…)

    Thanks for this reflection. My reaction to the good gifts of God is often one that is tinged with fear or guilt….I need reminders like this to get my face turning towards the Son again.

    A new Christmas record? More songs like “Do Not Be Afraid”? Wow. Zooming over to check out the Kickstarter…..

  3. Jennifer K.

    I’ve always felt a bit hurt when I’ve offered my sons something delightful – from desserts to driving trips and they’d rather hole up in their bedrooms with a bag of Doritos and YouTube. A rather oversimplified analogy, but when my Father freely offers wonderful things like coffee and chocolate with a friend or wild birds in the woods, how ungrateful would I be to deny these things out of guilt or self-loathing. I let something wonderful slip through my fingers last year because of this. I never want to make that mistake again…thanks for reminding me of the God who wants to give us all good things.

    And thanks for the laugh! – “I rest my queso.”

  4. JT Adamson


    Things so well stated that I have thought (or at least, thought of in part) but not been able to synthesize. Well said, well said…and ended with a pun, and a pun (properly received) is a “tiny theophany.” (at least for me)

  5. Carolyn Arends

    Thanks much for your responses, Ron, Laura, Lisa, David, Jennifer and JT! Ron – I’m still pondering (and I’m pretty sure I love) your contention that “there is no human faculty or emotion we experience that is right or wrong in and of itself. What distinguishes right from wrong is our response.”

    And JT, the idea that a pun can be a “tiny theophany” pretty much makes my day.

  6. Josh Kemper

    I have often said similar things and gotten strange looks. I tell people that some of the most worshipful times are when I’m cooking something like chicken soup, and singing (the two go together well for me). And I have thoughts of praise. “God is so good for creating and providing these things.” (like garlic!) Not just that they taste good but also that they ARE good. And I believe that’s an important distinction. Skittles don’t bring me to a place of worship. They may thrill the senses, but it’s a cheap thrill. There’s no real value or goodness there. Crisco may help you achieve an amazing texture in your pastries, but Crisco is not actually good. Real, natural pastured lard on the other hand IS good. It can thrill your tastebuds as well as nourish your body. I don’t mean to imply that eating skittles is sinful, though maybe it’s something that should be done on rare occasions, but the things I have grown to love the most over the years are the things that taste good because they ARE good, and those are the gifts that fill me with gratitude. My Father gives me things that make me happy, and He takes good care of me. As far as the goodness of queso, I’m sure not all restaurants are the same. Being from Houston myself, I have had quite a variety. 😉

  7. Brian

    Yes! I’ve been ushered to worship God in his grandeur and glory by a chipotle burrito. It was a symphony – singing his goodness.

  8. JT Adamson


    Do I MIND if you quote me? Please test my patience on this issue as often as you like! 😉

    Glad my “theophany” joke made your day. One of my favorite things is making someone’s day with a bit of humor…especially someone whose music has made my day many time. My second favorite thing, of course, if making people groan from puns.


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