What does it mean to take Your cup? When my hand, trembling, reaches out and grasps the stem; when I pull it close and smell the acid tang, I am filled with hope, and with fear. How can I drink? How can you offer?
You know what I am. You know what I’ve done. You can see my scars, and my tears. I’ve hurt You. I’ve betrayed You. I’ve worshiped other gods, I’ve been ever so unfaithful. O Jesus, I’ve lusted after others, and then I’ve gone to them.
I cry. My tears rain down my face, flowing into my hair, dripping onto the floor. I am sorry. I do love You. But as soon as You take me into Your arms I look away, the glint of another idol catches my eye.
You, my Redeemer, my Lord, come after me. You pursue, You wound.You stop my flight, but not from rage. You stop me with tears in Your eyes. You catch me in the wilderness, when I am alone; You catch up to me in the dry and desert places.
Then You heal me. You heal my of my wounds, many self-inflicted. You bind my heart. You wash me clean. You repair my clothes. Then, Jesus, You speak.
You call my Your daughter. You call me child. You allure me, You call me beautiful. You kiss my head and You take my hand, You lead me home by Your side. And You offer me the cup.
You make me Your bride. You paid for me before You offered, You paid my price before You knew if I would drink. And then You held this most beautiful and terrible cup out to me.
To drink is to be bound. To drink is to give up all control, to belong to another.
To drink is to die.
This really touched my heart. It was written by Anna Blackmon, who graciously allowed me to share it with you. You can visit her site at:
I would love to have the opportunity to keep in touch with you. Please sign up to be notified of new entries and to receive my Free E-zine. (Your address will not be shared)
Proclaiming God’s Faithfulness at:
© 2008 Phyllis Sather
All rights reserved
Contact me at: Phyllis@Phyllis-Sather.com