CUPS

The vessels where we collect our desires. Not the ones we show others, those pure and white with a nice looked of being so sacred.

I’m talking about the ones we keep in our closet and under our beds. The ones that we don’t show others.

Oh they may look impressive, but they are not the reality of what honestly is held in our heart. And you can be sure that God knows where we keep the real ones.

Now it might make us feel good to show off some ornate chalice we never us as our cup. It might impress.

However if it is borrowed or just a picture of the cup we wish we owned it may pass to tell others about it, but that will not change the one we have to use. That is the truth with which we endure.

Oh perhaps the real cup just is stained. It isn’t particularly attractive. So we might not want to share.

This is part of human nature. Like any part of our lives that defies our efforts to look pious, we find ways to alter the image.

At home we often resort to paper cups. You don’t have to clean them and don’t have to worry about germs from somebody else.

Still there are those special times that you just need that cup. The one that will compliment the dinner.

Is it required, no. Does it affect the taste of the drink? Perhaps, but the made reason is because it has some symbolic quality.

And thus it is with our drives. We don’t do things because it makes sense. We do them more because of the feelings they convey.

With faith it really isn’t much different. Feelings really do play a part and God knows that.

A joyful heart praises. One that will sup on the Lord pours with gratitude regardless of the type of drink served.

And the difference is what we chose to view as cup from God. Do we accept it for the way it is offered or be unhappy if it isn’t the type we wanted.

Sometimes that is a burden to test the heart. To see if we will obey even if it doesn’t seem the ideal at the time.