“Oh my,” the dainty tea cup said. “An article about me, gee, I can hardly wait. I hope it includes how one holds me. You know, with index finger and thumb on my handle, while the little finger points out. It’s very aristocratic, you know.
“Ahem,” the mug said. “Pardon me for interrupting. Although a mug is larger and more robust than you, I am still in the cup family. So, this cup article includes me, and in no way am I held with a thumb and index finger, with some dumb digit pointed out. To hold me, all five fingers grasp my handle and hoist me skyward, and it’s common to accompany my hoisting with a heartfelt ‘cheers,’ which reverberates throughout the room. Nothing is aristocratic about me.”
“While we’re on the cup subject,” a faint voice sounded from within the room. “I, too, am in the cup family.”
The tea cup and mug looked around, but didn’t see anything.
“Over here on the table, the small paper cup with mints and peanuts in it. Yoo-hoo, look to your left.”
“Where do you fit in a cup article?” the mug asked. You are dipped in until your contents are depleted and then crumpled and thrown away. Where’s the aristocracy or bravado in that?”
“Yes, where?” the tea cup said.
“Well,” said the paper cup. “I am much of what makes you two useful at social functions. If I am not dipped into, the people who are dipping do not get as thirsty, so you aren’t refilled as much. Thus, you are not needed. In fact, without me, you may be replaced by a larger paper cup. So, pipe down.”
“The place is getting crowded,” said the mug.
“It sure is,” the tea cup said.
“Hey, look over here and see a special cup that’s not held but holed. I’m a cup that a chance to hole me may be worth million’s.
Bewildered, the other three cups looked at each other, with gazes also void of content.
“For crying out loud, I’m a golf cup and I’m not part of some article; I am the article. Countless of them, along with stories and even books, are written about how to hole me. Maybe or maybe not will you cups be needed for this article. My Country Club experiences far outshine your so-called tales of grandeur.
But then a different presence filled the room and the cups quieted; they looked at each other, with terror filled eyes.
“Does the liquid in your cups quench a thirst so that it never returns, or when millions ride on one chance to hole you, golf cup, does a person walk away, to follow me?”
“Who are you and what are you talking about?” asked the mug.
“Yes, who are you?” the others said.
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” the presence replied. “You place your trust and faith in the temporal and the world binds you to its truth, which is a lie. Follow me and be free from those bonds:
“Tea cup: You believe your sojourn into aristocracy will satisfy your desire for position. However, your little finger of insolence points you to doom. Follow Me and learn that in the Way, if you finish last you come in first.
“Mug: You assume that capacity quenches the torment of never ending thirst. Follow Me and learn that one sip from My fountain satiates that torment.
“Paper cup: In your ignorance you trust that a continual supply of goodies leads to everlasting contentment. Follow Me and learn that walking in step with Me is true contentment.
“Golf cup: In your world of fantasy, you conclude that a hole-in-one is the ultimate. Don’t you know that the ultimate always requires a deeper hole? Follow Me and learn that in the Way our hole-in-one refers to w-h-o-l-e in the One.”
With that the presence disappeared, leaving the room empty. The merry little band then began their trip to Emmaus. “Then beginning with Moses and with all the prophets, He explained to them the things concerning Himself in all the Scriptures.” Luke 24:27 NASB
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