The Breath and the Cup
And the Lord asked, "Can you drink the cup I drink?" "Yes we can," they answered. As I sat in prayer I asked to drink from the same cup. No sooner had I asked than I started to convulse wildly. I gasped and panted, shaken out of a serene, meditative calm. Obviously I had no idea what I had asked.
Inhaling from the cup of life. Each breath a person takes is ctaken from the cup of life. The breath is neither fetched nor brewed, but drawn like water. Tasteless but far from empty, it is a powerful elixir imbibing us with energy and wisdom.
Each moment we all breathe from the cup of life. We all share the same cup as we inhale. The air that passed through the lungs of our ancestors is the same air that fills our lungs this very moment. We inspire the oxygen of Abraham and Moses. We breathe the same molecules as the of the apostles who drank from the Lord's cup. Let the spirit that ran through them run through us.
"You will drink the cup I drink..." What a glory it would be to drink from this cup someday, I know I must be ready. I'm disappointed that I am not worthy now, but it is from my own ignorance. The cup must be taken as a holy and solemn vow, and I am only a weak amateur playing at holiness. But I still have the opportunity to make myself better each day. I know it will come.
So let each breath be as holy as each sip from the sacred cup. At least it will remind us of a noble purpose in life, of the missions and the testimony we must bear. For the truth that is hidden must be exposed.
