It’s the end of the summer. School is back and schedules are falling into place. People try to hang on – one last trip to the beach, one last time to wear white (you know who you are). Labor Day weekend is often the line of demarcation.
Some girls in the neighborhood set up a lemonade stand one last time. The day was hot and humid, just right for a cool, refreshing drink of ‘homemade’ lemonade. It was late afternoon. He had just finished a run and was thirsty. He had a dollar in his running shorts so he went over to the table. “I’ll have one,” he told the girls.
There he stood, enjoying his drink, slowing his breathing, and taking in the beautiful day. He made small talk with the young girls as he took slow sips from his lemonade.
Finally one of them asked, “Are you done yet?” Still working on his drink, he responded, “No, why?”
“’Cause that’s our only cup.”
You’re supposed to have more than one cup, right?
I thought about the times when a cup played a significant part in the Bible. Certainly we know that the cup was an important part of the Passover observance as the Jews gave thanks to God for his provision, protection, and promise. Jesus took the cup while instituting the new covenant that would be sealed with His own blood. The cup that He referred to while responding to James and John’s request for special favor was also the cup He asked His Father to take away while He prayed in the Garden.
But the cup that always grabbed by attention was the one mentioned in Psalm 23, the one that runs over. That’s so much like our God. We hold our puny cup and He fills it to overflowing. His blessings in our lives pour out to bless others. He delights in abundance. He gives with extravagance.
Paul said it this way: “And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from His glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19).
Hold up your cup. He’s not done yet.