See my new bookcase! A $23 bargain at Athens Restore, waiting to be filled. ‘Twill be exciting to get books stored for nearly five years now out of boxes and onto shelves.
The phrase waiting to be filled has me musing, and it’s causing my brain to spark with connections from times past. Here comes stream of consciousness, free association. Hang on for the ride, but no seat belts or crash helmets required. It will be a gentle journey–i think!
- Fill My Cup, Lord — a churchwomen’s gathering in 1998. A speaker quipped that a person is like a teabag. you don’t really know strong s/he is until you put her/him in hot water. Also noted in my journal: Almost everytime i go to one of these gatherings, i ask myself, “Have i outgrown this community, this type of experience?” On balance, it is obvious that i continue to answer NO to that question. Because of the commitment and action to global peace and justice, i keep coming. Because of the leadership of sharp, enlightened, energetic women of great faith, i keep coming. Because of the broad spectrum of ages and the opportunity to commune with older, wiser sisters and younger, eager sisters, i keep coming. Because of the bidding of the Holy Spirit (i guess), i keep coming.” I haven’t been to one in a long time. Don’t know if such an event would still fill me.
- an old joke –At the tent revival, a guy would answer the altar call every night, very emotionally yelling out, “Fill me, Lord; fill me!” After receiving a blessing, he would leave the tent and go back to his carousing. After several cycles of this, when the man cried out, “Fill me, Lord!” someone in the congregation shouted, “Don’t do it, Lord; he leaks!” Tony Campolo was the preacher and his point was that we all leak, so we keep asking for grace–and keep receiving it.
- Trying to fill a pie crust way to the top when making Italian Zucchini Crescent Pie last week, i put in extra eggs. Well. After a few minutes of baking, i smelled burning eggs and smoke poured out when i opened the oven. (If i had a fire alarm it would most certainly have gone off.) What a mess. A cup and a half of flavor can be problematic, despite the special effects of that old commercial.
- “My life is rich and full.” That statement is wonderfully true, but sometimes i use it euphemistically to describe times of over-extension and stress. I can’t always agree with Mae West, who once said that too much of a good thing is wonderful. Sometimes my life is diminished by too much food and drink, a too full schedule, even too many relationships. Like Jesus bid Martha in last Sunday’s lesson, sometimes i need to draw back, draw in, level life out, and find the better part. Otherwise, i get over-filled and life gets messy like that oven.
- Am i full right now? Content? Centered? Yes, but not forever. I find i must always be ready to fall on my knees, get me to community, write in my journal, pick up that telephone or write that note, because, like everybody else, i’m cracked, waiting to be filled.
Are you full right now? How do you re-fill?