On a very serious note, the cup Jesus was referring to was dying on the cross for the sins of all mankind. Did you know he did that for you? He didn't want to do it. He was asking God for another way (cup), but in the end, he submitted knowing it was the will of the God.
On a much, much lighter note, I too have been praying for a cup. Seriously, this cup is driving me crazy.
Clearly, I spend too much time at Chick Fil A. In my defense, I have a 3 year old that weighs 18 pounds and LOVES their chicken nuggets. AND, I have lots of coupons for free chicken nuggets. So see, it's just the perfect combination. But, despite the coupons or the cries for "CHICKEN NUGGETS!!!!" My trips to Chick Fil A may have to come to an abrupt halt!
Every time I go to Chick Fil A, I have to look over and see this cup. It stands outside a Quiznos. The first time I noticed the cup, I am pretty sure I held up the whole drive-through line. I just kept starring and starring. Finally, I pulled out my camera and took a picture.
And then I had all these things going through my mind. What is wrong with that cup?! How in the world is that person standing like that? What in the heck is wrong the person? Seriously, he has be drunk! Why is he standing in the big pothole in the ground? How in the world does he not move his feet? Isn't he about to fall over? It took everything I had not to run over, rip the cup off the body and check the person's pulse.
The next time I went to Chick Fil A, the cup was standing in the same place but this time he was standing straight up. Shew! The cup was not nearly so disturbing and I didn't feel the need to go on a rescue mission.
But then I went to Chick Fil A again and this time the cup was leaning in a completely different way. I stopped traffic again. I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures. Then I pondered contacting an attorney on behalf of the poor guy standing in this cup. I decided that the store was abusing someone. There was no way on God's green earth that the person in that cup could be conscious... or mentally stable.
I haven't figured it out yet. But what does it say that I have spent that much time on this? I've taken pictures of the cup, downloaded the pictures, blogged about the cup. I've talked to others about the cup. I've thought about the cup when I was no where near the cup. I've gotten mad at Quiznos and vowed never to eat there because of the cup.
On a side note, Paul calls me obsessive/compulsive. I can't figure that out either.