Dear Beloved Community,
Mourn the Loss AND ALSO Appreciate What Remains
Among the many sacred gifts tucked into our Scriptures are different images for the Divine. Contrary to common misunderstanding, the Bible is not a manual of tidy theology — it’s a library of stories from people who were often pushed to the edge of their limits. In every story, God shows up exactly as needed: sometimes a breaker of chains and a judge who brings justice to the oppressed — but just as often, a gentle companion who sits with us in the mess when everything seems to be coming apart.
This week, I needed that God — the One who doesn’t flinch when life unravels. It is a known fact (ask LJ) that I can't hold my liquor. Not figuratively but literally. I always am spilling beverages. On Wednesday night, we had a couple friends over for dinner. I'm bringing things from the kitchen to the dining room table and set my champagne flute in front of my place setting. HOWEVER, I set it on the edge of the new placemat that was thicker than the old one so the cup immediately turned over, spilling sparkling wine onto one of our guests.
That next morning, after preparing my probiotic shake (a smoothie of a somewhat Wicked green due to some ingredient I have chosen not to know), I went to rinse the blender and knocked over my smoothie. Green slime everywhere, like I’d wandered onto the stage of an old Nickelodeon awards show. I just stood there for a moment, thanking God that I had just put a fresh roll of Bounty paper towels on the holder.
My patience—and paper towels—had officially reached their limit. I didn’t bother remaking the smoothie. I just filled my water bottle and retreated to my upstairs office for my daily morning prayer. My thoughts were scattered and my mind racing, so I did something I often do to help my focus. I shuffled my Tarot card deck and pulled a single card.
That morning, I selected the Five of Cups (see image below)—spilled vessels and a figure so intent on what’s lost that they almost miss the cups that still stand behind them. But studying the card more closely, I came to a message that felt like a sacred invitation: grieve what’s been spilled and also don’t overlook what remains.
So much of life is like that. Things spill. Plans collapse. We grieve what’s gone. And also if we keep our hearts open, we may just find that not every cup has tipped over — that the Presence we need most is still here, waiting patiently for us to notice.
Jesus says in Matthew’s Gospel, “And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20, NRSV Updated Edition). Not just when the table is set perfectly and the blender behaves — but when the mess hits the floor and we wonder how we’ll clean it up. The Holy One is there, too — reminding us that grace is not so easily spilled.
May that be true for you this week, beloveds: may you grieve what’s lost, bless what remains, and trust that the One who is with you always is not going anywhere — even if your wine glass is.
With you in the spills and the sacred,
Pastor Brian
Here is the Five of Cups from the Rider Waite Tarot deck. Note the spilled green liquid. LOL