My cup runneth over

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July 19, 2015

Proper 11(B)
Psalm 23
During a winter awhile back, I joined some of our members and others who serve a hot lunch on Mondays to anyone who shows up at the Stewpot Ministry. My assignment was to be the server of turnip greens. After we served everyone, anyone who wished was invited to come back for seconds.

One man came up to me with a plastic bowl that looked like an old Cool Whip container. He gave it to me and I put in the usual serving I had been giving out – two spoonfuls of turnip greens. He paused and looked at me and said, “It’s gonna be cold tonight. Could you fill up my bowl to help me get through the night?” As I filled up his bowl, he said, “Oh, and if you could get a little of that juice in there. That’s what I’m talking about. Now if I just had a piece of cornbread to go with it, then I could really make it through the night.”

A few moments ago, as we said the 23rd Psalm, we proclaimed, “My cup runneth over.” When we really look at our lives, at all our blessings from God, our cups do truly runneth over. That day at Stewpot, even after serving 184 people, we were blessed with an abundance of second helpings, thanks to your generosity and that of other churches. In that big pan, there were still plenty of turnip greens. Thanks be to God!

Why then, was my initial instinct to serve this man only two spoonfuls? What I am really asking is, why do we withhold God’s abundance? Part of it was habit. That was the amount I usually served. But part of it was fear. What if we run out?

As stewards in God’s Church, we can fall into these and other stumbling blocks such as – a misplaced sense of priorities in which we don’t give God the first fruits of our blessings; or a misplaced withholding of our gifts from God as a tool to impose our personal agendas on the Church. Such withholding robs us of the great gift of giving thanks for and sharing God’s abundance. When we say, ‘my cup runneth over,’ we acknowledge that God has given us an abundant life – a life in which blessings overflow. We then give thanks for these blessings by giving the first portion back to God to share in his work of ministering to and serving one another and our neighbors.

In the Twenty-Third Psalm, God is both a shepherd and a host. The Lord is our shepherd who provides our needs – not just our physical and financial needs, but the deepest needs of our hearts and our souls. Each day, he gives us the gift of renewal. When we stumble and when we hurt, he brings us to green pastures and still waters. He restoreth our souls. And we are called to use this overflow of refreshment in our hearts to bear one another’s burdens, to be his instruments of restoring one another’s souls.

Our shepherd is with us even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Years ago, shortly after my father died, the pastor at the church where I was a member began a series of sermons on the Twenty-Third Psalm. I remember how his drawing deeper into the well of this Psalm helped carry me through my grief. We all experience the valley of the shadow of death in one way or another at various times of our lives. On Friday, we experienced the shock and sadness of the death of Carleton McMullin, a beloved parishioner, and our hearts pour out in love to Jane and their family. In times such as these, it means everything to know that the Lord is with us, and that his rod and staff comfort us. We are called to share this comfort with one another, to wipe away one another’s tears.

The Lord is not only our shepherd, but is our host. He spreads a table before us in the presence of our enemies. He anoints our heads with oil. He touches us with a balm that soothes and heals us, and he gives us each a little touch of both his authority and the high responsibility that goes with it. He calls us into being hosts like him – hosts who feed, who heal, who share with all our guests,and who even challenge our guests to discover their overflowing gifts from him.

Like all great poetry, any line can have layers of meaning. There is a darker side to ‘my cup runneth over.’ It also means this is a cup filled with sorrows.

Before his crucifixion, Jesus prayed, ‘Let this cup pass from me.’ Yet, he obediently drank from the cup of sorrows to take the burden of sin from us.

Through his gift of mystery, he takes our sorrowful cup filled with the burdens of this world, and somehow turns it into a cup overflowing with blessings.

The Psalm closes with a promise of blessing- ‘Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.’ And our response is one of thanksgiving for this gift – ‘And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.’ That is what faith is all about. It is about expressing thanks that God takes us into his home and heart, and fills our cups to overflowing. We offer a toast of these cups back to our gracious host. We serve him as hosts that offer overflowing cups to his Church, to one another, to our neighbors in this community and state, and to people throughout the world.

Through God’s love and gracious provision, my cup does runneth over.

Even if my cup happens to be an old Cool Whip container filled with turnip greens. Amen.