In the house of a great Master, there lived a collection of vessels. Each was crafted for a unique purpose, and when the Master had a need, He would simply call, and the right vessel would present itself.
A sturdy mug for hot porridge, a deep bowl for soup, and a simple glass for cool water.
Among them was a wine glass, made of fine crystal. It was elegant, slim, and built for one thing: to hold the Master’s best wine.
But the wine glass grew restless. From the open window, it heard tales of a world where vessels could choose their own destiny. It began to believe its purpose was too small, too simple. So one day, filled with a desire for something more, it slipped away from the Master’s house in search of something bigger.
In the world, it asked others what to become. A thick and strong clay mug told it, “Your crystal is weak. To be valuable, you must hold hot porridge.” The wine glass tried, but the heat cracked it. It turned cloudy and stained.
A golden chalice said, “Value is in what you carry. Fill yourself with gold coins.” The
wine glass tried, but the weight of the metal scratched its smooth surface and weakened its stem.
An old jug whispered, “Be useful. Hold milk, water, and oil at once.” The wine glass tried, but the mixture of liquids left a greasy, smelly residue that killed its shine.
Years passed. The wine glass had lost its elegance. It was cracked, chipped, stained, and heavy with things it was never meant to carry. It sat forgotten in a dusty corner, its purpose unknown, its inner light lost. It felt the deep pain of burnout, the exhaustion that comes from being everything but yourself.
In that quiet emptiness, a faint memory surfaced: the feeling of being perfectly held
in the Master’s hand, perfectly filled with the Master’s wine. It was a feeling not weight, but of purpose.
With a final surge of hope, it began the long, difficult journey home. The Master was waiting at the door. He didn’t ask where it had been. He didn’t scold it for the scratches and stains.
He simply picked it up, and with a gentle and patient hand, He washed away the residue and polished away the marks of the world until the crystal was clear and bright once more.
That evening, as the Master poured his finest wine into the glass, it felt a sense belonging it had never known. It was not heavy; it was fulfilled. It was not burdened, it was home.
You are the cup. Are you tired from living a purposeless life? Are you tired of being told by other cups of who you are? Do you want to return home? Back to your Master’s hands? Do you want to find your purpose in God?
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