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Light brushed past textiles with little more than a shimmer. It glanced off the cutlery and passed by the china with a glare. After searching the store, the rays met the crystal and danced. Wavelengths caressed each stemware pattern and filled them with prismatic wonder. No vessel glorified its brilliance more than the elaborate pitcher. Intricate etchings revealed light’s amazing facets and it offered an immense capacity for sharing the blessings.

While I once admired the goblet above all crystal vessels, I now hope to model my life after the pitcher. The goblet allows its owner to retain a prosperous serving and bears lovely design for him to enjoy. It benefits its holder, sharing its carvings and blessings with no other thirsty guests.

The pitcher centers its etching beneath the light source for all to see the effects of glory upon its scars. It remains open to receive a deep capacity for light-infused blessings which it never intends to keep for itself. The pitcher extends itself and remains engaged. Self-aware, yet not self-centered, It recognizes a pitcher fulfills its purpose when pouring itself into other vessels.

I pray for a successful life as the Lord’s pitcher, pouring out His blessings without holding back a single drop. Let me assure the concerned; no pitcher of God stands empty. After dispensing blessings, a pitcher centers itself under God and stands filled with light.

“No one lights a lamp and hides it in a clay jar or puts it under a bed. Instead, they put it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light.” Luke 8:16

“They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights. For with you is the fountain of life;
    in your light we see light.” Psalm 36:8-9

You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.” Psalm 18:28

“But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you.” Philippians 2:17

I’ve made pie crust from scratch. Grandma’s sour cream recipe complimented our fresh-picked cherry pie with divine bliss. I savor the memory of that incomparable pie.

But since that yesteryear day of baking, I’ve come to prefer another. I don’t craft an heirloom pastry when baking pies. My go-to crust shall ever be the frozen shell. How can you beat a ready-made crust in its own tin? Less mess on the front end. No dish to wash afterward. No one complains.

At Thanksgiving, Christmas, and other special feasts sprinkled across the calendar between them, our gatherings culminate in a representative dessert. Pie unites at the center, yet offers equal joy to all who share it. Whether pumpkin, chocolate cream, or pecan, the flavors sweeten our expressions and satisfy to the wriggling of toes. 

The doughy matter on the outer edges makes no impression compared to the luscious filling. Circumstances hemming the world blur outside the windows as baby giggles and hugs warm the home’s inner spaces. Laughter, encouragement, love. God baked sweet fillings into our middles, with the intention we would share our best with one another. 

Frozen shell tins do not come with storage covers. Leftovers cannot be microwaved in a tin. I bake according to the Creator’s recipe–no sweet thing should be discarded. I look forward to empty pie tins after Thanksgiving, and pray my life will offer a similar celebration. May I share all the Maker’s filling. With no sweet morsel left over that has not been enjoyed by those He loves, let my life be an empty pie tin. 

 

Have a Blessed Thanksgiving, and share all your pie!

 

“I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you.” Philippians 2:17

I’m liking the candy corn around me, deep azure skies above, and an extra hour of sleep on the horizon. I like autumn, but it’s not my favorite. Before passionate fall-enthusiasts take defensive aim, let me just honor your right to like whatever you choose. Perhaps your heart skips a beat when pumpkin pie shows up on the table. My eyes glisten at herald angels singing, but my kids wretch at the first carol on the radio. Though I wish they could enjoy my favorites with me, it isn’t a household rule. My family knows what they prefer, and it isn’t always aligned with my wish list.

 

We often bristle against our dissimilar preferences in the family of God. Professing what we like and what we don’t can turn into household rules edging out those who disagree. Options diversify and thereby beautify the world, but make poor legislators. Scripture doesn’t command us to like everything, nor does God insist we all like the same things.

You’re welcome to enjoy the old hymns while I prefer the electric guitar. Both obey the Biblical call to worship. Please serve the homeless, but allow me to encourage the abused. Both follow the call to care for those in need. As long as we follow the Word of God without changing it, we can show His love in the unique ways we like. The Lord created us with intentional differences in likes and perspectives. He knows what His children enjoy better than we know ourselves. 

So, whether you eat candy corn by the layer, by the handful, or never touch the stuff, notice how the varied colors offer beauty to the season. The same ingredients flavor each part, however. In God’s Kingdom, each unique hue carries the potential to deliver joy sweetened by the same Spirit of Love. When we join hands in love, God transforms us into a beautiful family which honors our unique brothers and sisters to more perfectly glorify the same Lord.

“Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink… Now if the foot should say, ‘Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,’ it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, ‘Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,’ it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? …But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be…The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ And the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I don’t need you!’ …But God has put the body together… so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.”

– 1 Corinthians 12:12-26

 

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