The Cup of Our Life . . .
Sunday, February 12, 2017 by Sharon xx
The older edition of Joyce’s book, this is the one I bought second hand.
A beautiful cup. . . .
Today’s title is actually ‘stolen’ from a lovely book by Joyce Rupp that takes you on a daily journey of spiritual growth. I’ve had this book since the week of guided prayer that I enjoyed in June of last year. My Prayer Guide, Margaret, suggested it to me as a means of something to continue with after our time together had come to an end. Over a period of six weeks Joyce uses the image of a cup in its various guises to teach us something about our spiritual selves and our walk with God. The open cup, the broken cup. . . you get the meaning. I bought the 1997 version of the book second hand because I loved the cover and the woodcut prints, but it’s available in a lovely new version too and I’ll put the links to that at the bottom of this post. I didn’t actually use it last year but I picked it up a week or so ago and it’s been part of my morning ever since.
Part of the joy of this book is that you have to choose a mug or a cup to travel with you, I have a thing about mugs 😀 . I chose the cup that I use the most, my ‘Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte’ mug. It’s not the prettiest but it is my favourite and it’s the one that’s with me most often when I’m praying and spending time with God. I was sitting this morning with my chosen cup [full of lovely frothy coffee I might add] after my prayer time and reflecting on today’s entry which is about what the cup can teach us. In the past I have often felt that ‘life’ got in the way of my relationship with God. That having to leave for work or do the school-run were distractions that, quite frankly, irritated me because they disturbed my link to the divine. As I looked at my cup I realised that although it has sides that contain and hold my spirit safely, it is also portable, allowing me to transport it with me into my daily life. Influencing what I do, how I think, how I react. Touching all those who enter my life, however briefly. Faith does not have to be reserved for those quiet and often brief moments alone in prayer, at church or in the car. Faith is ‘portable’, a 24/7 gift that is infinite and omnipresent so it doesn’t suddenly stop when we leave the house or speak to someone. I know now that I was wrong to feel so frustrated by the interruptions of ‘life’ coming between me and God, because my life IS my relationship with God and it’s meant to be shared.
Blessings to one and all.
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