These cups tell a story about the owner of the cup. Yes they have all been used for coffee at one time or another. They were all bought for less than .50 at a thrift store likely in Oklahoma City or Mustang. They are in a collection of "memory" cups collected by the new pastor of Minco First Baptist Church. They are not just cups but cups with a story. So don't go and buy me any cups thank you. I like to buy my own because they remind me of events in my life.
Next sunday evening I am going to use the cups to communicate a story. This method is not that much different from symbols in the Bible. In the Bible rocks, bread, wine, arks, phylacteries, wrist bands, fish, tablets, and a number of other assorted things are used as symbols to use in educating children.
Sunday evening I am going to tell you my story so that you can get to know me better. It is my first attempt to define my obsession with cups to try to prove my sanity. I might not be successful but I will try. After all, it is OK to try and fail but not OK not to try.
These four cups are only a few. My wife is worried that we might be there all night. Don't worry I don't think it will be anywhere like that long. You will need to be there to talk back to me. I will need some feedback.
Joshua will be hard pressed to find a hymn, or will he. Perhaps the old solo "Fill My Cup Lord" might be a start. I don't know.
We are going to have fun together. Life is too short for anything less.
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