My cup of joe that my sweet husband makes for me each day at 5ish.
In my mind today I'm thinking of Holy Week on the church calendar. Sal the Youth Minister Gal is weak and weary. I had a very long, busy week and weekend. I could barely hold the communion cup at mass Sunday. We pulled off a pancake breakfast and egg hunt between services. I'm so proud of my church and the youth. It is melding into such a group of loving servants.
This was Palm Sunday when we reenact the wretchedness of turning Jesus over to the chief priests and then chant "Crucify him!" It makes my heart squeeze knowing that we are all wretched just like the mob demanding Jesus be put to death when days before we lauded his entrance into town for the Passover Feast. This is a tough week to be a Christian. We examine more closely our motives and actions. We realize that we are not worthy of such a BIG love. So as we sang our hymns I felt those tears find the path of wrinkles down to my cheeks.
As the disciples slept and we do too sometimes in church (back row,) Jesus poured out his heart and asked God to take the cup from him if it was His will. He cried saying, "Not my will but yours be done." So he kept the cup and we were delivered from our wretched humanness. The suffering was for the greater good. I totally relate to this.
What about you? Do you find yourself praying God take this cup (insert cancer, addiction, death, divorce, financial ruin, ALS, etc.) from me and my family? Sure you do. I have many times closed my eyes and prayed, "God if it's Your will, get me out of this chair. Strengthen my arms so I can write with a pencil again and give those backbone crushing hugs. How about just strengthening my diaphragm a bit? So I can breathe easy without my machine for longer periods." Then I think of Jesus and add, "It's all about you God and not me. I'm your servant. Use me for your purpose. Your will be done." I don't feel sad because I'm still waking up partially paralyzed. I feel grateful I'm given another day to be used in bigger purpose.
This week reminds us we all have "cups" to bear. Living is part of dying. Heartbreak is part of true love. Sin is part of redemption. We want to skip the tough parts and get on with the parties. Life just doesn't work like that. The "cups" we graciously bear are what build our virtues and character creating a lighted path for others. We become strong warriors although we may wear diapers and sit in wheelchairs wearing a Darth Vader mask to breathe. I also whoosh around like BB8 or R2D2. Go ahead and laugh students. I am! This Holy Week, bear your "cups" for Jesus. Offer up all your suffering and pain. This is all temporal, fleeting. We are not bodies with a soul. We are eternal souls with a body. Take your cup this Holy Week.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Cup Bearing Gal
Quotes of the Day:
"Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable... Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals."
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved."
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it."