During part of my youth, we lived in the country. Sometimes my brother and I would pluck long stalks of grass. You know, the ones with a big seed head on the end? We’d clamp the stem end in our teeth and let the head hang out front. I don’t know why. I guess we thought it looked cool.

But we never really ate grass. But the king of Babylon did. Find out more at The Sparking Faith Podcast.