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April 20, 2004
Blogger Idol - Week 14: Spirituality ("So Much For Coffee")

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No use crying...In the past year and a half or so, I have successfully broken three travel coffee mugs and three 12-cup coffee carafes. (Or, should I say that I have unsuccessfully maintained any unbroken coffee containers?) The most recent carafe was broken no more than ten minutes ago.

I have come to terms with my “luck” concerning coffee containers. For a time, I will have to go without brewing coffee at home (maybe more time now that I ride the bus). But, I will be able to get my coffee elsewhere if I want to. Some days — like tomorrow — I might even go without it (I don’t really need coffee in the morning, I just like it). And, really… It’s not like it will be that long until I can purchase a new carafe.

It’s funny how broken objects — unless they’re really special to us — can be taken for granted. Most of the time, if something breaks, we can easily replace it or, at least, go somewhere else to get it. Brokenness, in this day and age, just doesn’t hold any weight. “Things” are so easy to get. We don’t have to know how to fix our possessions. We live in a world in which brokenness means the same as discarded.

Possessions used to signify a certain amount of handiwork behind them. Whether one made their possessions themself or they bought them from an artisan, those “things” were precious because they were…made.

We too are “made.” Not made by any mere craftsman, though. No, God is our artisan — our Father. And we are precious to Him. But, the difference between that which we possess and that which we are is that, though we are broken, we are not just discarded. God cares for us and, in fact, loves us just the same when we are broken as when we’re whole — for no one was more broken than His own Son.

And like the craftsmen of old, our Maker desires to put us back together — to see that His possessions are in good working order — so that we can be filled with His love, His mercy…His Spirit. His Son was broken terribly; later renewed to a form even more glorious than the original. We can be too.

Broken carafes lend me no help in making coffee in the morning, but they should be nothing new to me — I am, in fact, a broken carafe, waiting to be put back together so that I too may be filled.

So much for coffee… I am waiting for something even better.

Posted by timsamoff at April 20, 2004 09:23 PM | TrackBack (0)

Comments

You always lead into your writing in such an incredibly interesting way. And your words couldn't be truer. You made my top five this week!

Posted by: HR Lady at April 22, 2004 04:59 PM

Since there were so few entries this week, I did a Top 3. You're in it. Thanks for a thoughtful and well written entry.

Posted by: Marguerite at April 22, 2004 09:02 PM

What an interesting analogy you make my top 5 this week for originality

Posted by: Kay at April 23, 2004 08:18 AM

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