"Breakfast by candle-light," is one of my favorites. Dim lights are easy on the eyes, soothing to the soul and accompanied by soft music, sets the stage for a very low stress wake-up call. Choosing the eating utensils to imitate a high-end restaurant changes the "ho-hum" of toast on paper-towels or raman noodles out of a pre-packaged paper cup into something magical and exquisite. I play the roll of the "server," escorting each child to their seat and asking if they prefer apple juice or water with their meal. This occasional fantasy breaks the monotony of the morning morose and ushers in a light-heartedness that is often eschewed in the rush to get everyone out the door by 7:30 am.
Yesterday was once again time for, not Breakfast at Tiffiney's, but breakfast "En La Cocina de Mama." The blue goblet juice glass looked very nice next to the white and blue chine, all vintage items from four decades of matrimonial treasure chest. The deep yellow of the scrambled country eggs was perfect next to the toasty brown of home-made biscuits...nice! All was well until...one sleepy customer yawned deeply, spreading her arms like a baby bird getting ready to take it's first flight...flapping her "wings" she accidentally knocked the blue goblet off the table and onto the tile floor....explosion; apple juice and tiny shreds of blue crystal lay scattered over a large radius of the kitchen floor. She stared horrified at my blank expression. The pain in her eyes was enough correction and/or punishment. She hid her face in shame and ran to her room. I dutifully began the clean up, with admittedly a bit of sadness in my heart. "If I had only left it on the shelf...."
Blue goblets are meant to be used to bring refreshment to the users. They enhance the overall cuisineal experience with their beauty. However, there is always a risk when the blue goblet leaves the shelf that it will not return in the same shape or form it left with...or it may never return.
As Christians, we are much like blue goblets. We are to serve and beautify where ever the Lord places us. Unfortunately, the fear of being mishandled, chipped or irreparably broken keeps many of us safely tucked away in the China cabinet. Thus we are guaranteed that we will always "look" like blue goblets, but will we every fulfill the dream of the designer that crafted us in to blue goblets to begin with?
The blue goblet Christians that allow the Master to serve others with their lives will most assuredly have their appearance changed in the process. Many times careless hands, unthoughtful imbibers, or accidental encounters with indifferent diners shatter our hearts into thousands of tiny pieces too small to even pick up. Seems such a waste..."if we had only stayed on the shelf."
"So, I went down to the potter's house, and there he was, making something on the wheel...but the jar that he was making from the clay became flawed in the potter's hand, so he made it into another jar, as it seemed right for him to do...then the Word of the Lord came to me saying: ...like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand...Come let us return to the Lord, He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind our wounds. After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will restore us that we may live in his presence. Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; He will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth." (Jeremiah 18:3 and Hosea 6:1-3)
As Christians, we are painfully aware of our own brokenness or our part in breaking another vessel. One look at the disappointment on the Father's face is truly punishment/correction enough for the pain we have inflicted upon ourselves and others. The "Good News" is that the Lord is on our side. Like the Perfect Parent,(potter) He patiently cleans up the mess and then because He is God, he puts all the pieces back together....reshaped, and remade in His image for His honor and His glory," a vessel meet for His service." Only the Lord....amen.