We hold an abundance that announces itself like ripe fruit. We are cups that can be continually filled with Christ’s courage. So filled, we will spill. Even our sorrow will stream into compassion. Even our sadness will become a container from which others can drink care. When we are bumped, it will be love that flows down the edges of our cups. Kindness will drip from our fingers like the plum juice in my hand. Gentleness will leave a residue of resilience on everything we touch. Empathy will be the water that turns to wine. Tears will tell the truth that in us, Love resides.
