Raising the Cups to his lips – v3

Layers of memory

of a row of cups before him

like Christ in the Garden

submitting to God;

In turn taking each

raising the cups to his lips

drinking the bitterness

that we may live.

Sharing his story

the pain inflicted,

God beside him

all of his days;

The memories painful

far more than uncomfortable

the bitterness of history

dredged to the fore.

Offered to us

as pain, as sacrifice,

as a means of sharing

the depths of God’s love;

The Spirit here with us

through all our struggles,

lifting us up, standing again,

when life knocks us to the floor.

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edited September 11, 2015

Raising the Cups to his lips – v3

(editing version 2)

edited May 26, 2014

Raising the Cups to his lips – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2014/05/raising-cups-to-his-lips-v2.html

May 11, 2011

Raising the Cups to his lips

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2011/05/raising-cups-to-his-lips.html

Walk to Emmaus

http://www.upperroom.org/emmaus/

Luke 24:13-35

grace

Prodigal Son

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