[salty tears in a fancy cup]

[salty tears in a fancy cup]

I sit here on the balcony floor in the semi-darkness. Laptop is on my lap and I’m leaning against a box where we usually keep potatoes for the winter. The coolness of the air is a welcome thing because of the day’s heat. If one tunes out the light coming from the adjacent room, stars can be seen in the sky. It’s a clear night tonight.

Unlike the weather outside, my mind seems to be undergoing a storm season.

I’ve got to admit, though, that at the moment, everything is calm. I’m afraid it’s calmness that comes before a fierce storm. But I guess the only way out right now is up.

We had a Church board meeting earlier today. I mostly remained silent except for a few comments.

“Are you alright?”

I looked up at my pastor as he came near after the meeting ended. The instinct has been to say “Sure, I’m good.” It’s what everyone says even when life is falling apart. “I’m okay” was another option – middle ground. Not good, not bad. Okay. I don’t think that word even has a definition nowadays. Then I decided I don’t actually have anything to lose.

“Well, not really. Prayers are very welcome.”

As I reflected on that little dialogue, I remembered something I thought of a couple of months ago.

It was Maundy (or as it is known here, Clean) Thursday and we had a Seder meal at Church along with the Communion – the meal that was Jesus’ last.

As my pastor talked about the different parts of the meal, one of the dishes was a cup with salty water.

I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but as the meal went on and I studied the different dishes more and more, I realized something.

That cup with salty water is a symbol of all the tears that the Israelites shed as they slaved under the Egypt’s masters.

I know it wasn’t planned to mean anything but the cup that we used for the meal that night was quite fancy.

How often do we pour our tears into a pretty china and present it to the world as if this is the sweetest delight in a most perfect dish?

How often do we see the spiffy cups others show off without wondering if they really are doing as great as they appear to be?

Do we really need to pretend?

  • Trek23rider

    Do we really need to pretend is the crux of the matter sis. Sometimes i tire of it. When someone asks me how are you I want to say, “Not good at all! You want to know why?” But I don’t. They couldn’t handle it. And I am just not that ready to tell people I preach to every week that there are some issues bugging me. There is one man who is missing out. and on it goes. it is tough being honest.

    • I wish we could allow to be honest with everyone. Like you, I often simply don’t want to burden others with my problems.

      And I can only imagine what’s it like to be a pastor and on one hand, needing to support others, yet at the same time needing support yourself.


  • No, we shouldn’t pretend.
    We need to be Velveteen Rabbit

    Or we have to be like little children who cry unabashedly.
    It’s one of the ways we become those children we were before ego stole our
    genuine selves.

    I tell you, unless you change and become like little children,

    will never enter the kingdom of heaven. ~ Jesus (Matthew

    I love this Zee. Thank you for being Real.

    Tweeted this with great pleasure.

    • Thanks for stopping by, Debra 🙂

      Indeed, “be like children” – we need to remember what it was like.

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