I was asked to sing this at the Good Friday 2018 service at Ousley United Methodist Church!
2 Timothy 2:20-21
But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour. If a man therefore purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master’s use, and prepared unto every good work.
As the above passage says, there are various vessels in a house. Each vessel has its own function. One such vessel is a cup. There are different types of cups. You can have a glass or a plastic cup. You can have a coffee mug or a beer mug. Regardless of what type of cup it is, they all serve a similar function. They were made to hold something. The most noticeable something is a liquid. Within the life of a cup it constantly is filled, emptied, and reused. Depending on your household, even the red disposable plastic Solo cups gets washed and reused more than once. The cup was made for a specific purpose and use.
Every person is a cup. Every cup has a purpose. The cup receives and it gives. It holds the liquid for a period and then it releases it. The liquid does not belong to the cup. The cup is merely a holding vessel for whatever is passing through. The liquids are the gifts of God given to us. There are time when people try to hold their gifts, as if the gifts belong to them, yet the gift does not belong to us. We are merely holding it for a period of time. When the time is up, we must let it go but we can rest assure, that even if we are empty, we will be refilled according to the master’s use and need.
Different cups were made for different things. A glass does not hold the same liquids as a coffee mug. The coffee mug can handle hotter temperatures than the glass can. A tall glass can hold more than a shot glass but each one is needed to fulfill its purpose.
When it gets to the point that it no longer serves its purpose, than the cup is re-appropriated or discarded. The only reason a “useless” cup might be able to stick around past its usage is if it connects to some sentimental value, like the clay cups children make in elementary school. Many times, they come out all deformed. The paint job is less than nice. The teacher has the nerve to put this monstrosity in the kiln to become permanent sealed to its warped fate. Parents and grandparents keep these useless pieces not because of its use but because of who created it. There are various child-like clay cups all around. In our eyes they may seem useless and seeming to serve no purpose other than taking up space. We talk bad about it. We call it ugly and a piece of junk. We say it needs to be thrown away. Yet, it was created by God. That alone makes the cup valuable. It may not be a gold or silver cup, but it still has value because the Creator made it. In the same manner that anything with Coco Chanel or Van Gogh sells for top dollar, The Creator’s mark makes the cup a work of art.
Whatever your work, you do not have to be ashamed or compete for your use. You are valuable to the master. You were created by God and God will use you in due season if you remain open and remain available.
No person is an island.
On a deeper level, I knew that but I did not want to admit it. I wanted to have the luxury of believing that I could make it through life with little to no help from others. As a matter of fact, I wanted to be a monk. (Yes, a monk.) I envisioned living at a monastery with other people but we did not have to have many interactions. My fellow monks and I could work together for stuff like meals and maintenance, yet for the majority of my day I would be in isolation with just God and me. Continue reading…
Guest Blogger: Martin Freeman of NotAnExpert.net
I walked up to the counter, all the while fumbling to find something to write with. The clerk says, “NEXT IN LINE!!” She continues with authority, “WHAT DO YOU NEED TODAY, SIR?” I said, I need for you to stop talking to me like that, “I, I just need a stamped envelope and a book of Ray Charles Forever.” Because of her denatured attitude, I thought she was going to go POSTAL on me right then and there! Fortunately for me, I was stress free….I guess it was hard for her to see that stationery doesn’t stress me out…(Pun Intended)
Have you ever done a fake laugh and started laughing for real? Do you know someone that laughs at his or her own jokes? Have you been around that person and you start to laugh?
Well, I have and I love to be around those people. I do not want to sit and complain about everything that is going wrong all the time. Life is stressful enough without harping on it. I have a friend who has a unique statement. Whenever someone brings the mood down or is just being plain boring he tells them, “You’re draining me.” You must do your best to remove those Negative Nancy’s and those Debbie Downers out of your life, unless, of course, if you are married to them. Then I don’t know what to tell you…good luck.
There is a song that has taken the nation by storm. It has ranked number one on the music charts for record-breaking weeks. That song is Pharrell Williams’ “Happy.” This is a feel-good song in which anyone can listen. I first heard this song when one of my clients raved about it, telling me about the 24 Hours of Happy link. As a matter of fact, I have heard this song in several settings since. Continue reading…
No one can do it for you. The choice is ultimately yours. While people can try to push you through the process with all of their might, you and I both know that no one can make you do anything that you do not want to do. When you are alone in your room; when no one is watching, will you continue to resist? Or will you cave into temptation because you will not get caught? When you are having a bad day, will you resort to doing it one last time to help you get through?
The casket is set and richly adorned with plants and flowers. The family proceeds in to say their last good byes. During the times of reflection people proclaim how great a father he was or how loving she was, always bearing a smile. However, it is too late. The person never gets to hear what you really thought about him or her. Don’t wait till my funeral. Give me my flowers NOW!