Post No. 6

Happy Palm Sunday everyone! The day is almost over but I thought it would still be good to say. The day was very good to me. So now I'm here typing my thoughts out as the world turns and the moon gains height over this dark cool night.
I heard a story today. I was told it was a true story as well. It was about a king who once ruled Spain long ago. He decided to visit a small little village that he had never went to before. In fact, no King has ever came to visit that village in over 1,000 years. So the people of the small village heard that the King was going to come and pay them a visit. They wanted to give him the best welcome they could but there was a problem with that idea. This particular town was extremely poor. So all the people came together to find something that they could do for their King. One suggested that they could all make their best wine. Since the town was known for having great winemakers that's what they decided to do. So for weeks every family made the best that they could. And each one would have to contribute just one cup of wine to be poured in a great large vase for the Kings welcome. So when the day finally came for the King to arrive, they all came together in the town square. And each family, one by one poured their one cup of their best wine into the large vase.
Then the king came into meet them. They handed him a silver cup and showed him the wine they had prepared for him in his honor. He then took the cup, dipped it into the wine and put the cup to his lips for a drink. The people looked and waited in anticipation for his reaction. The King put the silver cup down and turned to spit out the wine in disgust. "This is nothing but water!" he exclaimed.
It turned out that there where some people who felt that others made better tasting wine. So they held out and put water in their cup instead of the best that they could make. The problem with that action was they everyone in that town did the exact same thing. Each decided not be faithful to their king, and in the end gave their least and kept the best for themselves.
Sometimes I wonder what we hold onto. As a person who lives in a very blessed nation it's very easy to fall into narrow mindset of the me and myself. It's when success is equated with excess there has to be something that doesn't line up. The grip of what we might think holds our happiness from falling away just might be what's keeping true joy from coming in. The story is a small reflection of how some might treat life; or how we treat the giver of life. God is giving. And I believe he wants us to do the same. I mean what can we possibly give since we are so poor in comparison to his glory? How about the only thing we have to offer; our life. Our very best.