Ben led devotions in chapel this morning with a story he wrote four or five years ago about a cup. The following are partial notes of same.
John 10:10 - The thief comes.. I come that you might have life…
A story about a wise man that lived way up on mountain. He was a master potter who made cups. Each cup was different and each was beautiful in its own way. One particular cup went to be sold in Walmart in Harlingen, Texas. Nobody bought it for years.
One day some rowdy kids came in disrupting the place. One of them stole the cup. He took it to a beer party and drank beer out of it. He painted a skull and crossbones on it.
He went to South Padre island. Smoking pot there, he used the cup as an ashtray. He was arrested. The car and the contents were impounded. The car was sold. The contents went to Way of the Cross warehouse. Nobody wanted the ugly cup but one missionary took the cup and cleaned it up. A family came in wanting to buy the cleaned-up cup. Not for sale but you can have it.
The family took the cup home. They followed the master potter’s instructions and filled the cup with living water. The cup ended up in the master potter hall of fame.
We are that cup. WE may have messed up early lives but have beencleaned up and used by the Master.
After chapel, Juanita checked to see if there was any work in the office to be done then headed back to our loaner rig. I worked with Byron on the riding sweeper. We got the dump function working. Then we headed out to the training center and finished the A/C install on the staff motor home. Byron put the control board back in the spare unit. He will seek a good replacement for the board.
We said our goodbyes and he went off to work on the next item on his list. I started loading the car as far as I could until we did the laundry. I did all the outside chores that needed doing to leave the fifth wheel trailer shut down and cleaned. It was 32 C today. I did as much as possible of work that might raise a sweat.
We ate lunch using up most of the food in the fridge and passed on the worthwhile remains to a friend. I dropped Juanita at the laundromat, went to Walmart for a tote to store some dishes and kitchen stuff then to Sam’s for gas. Back home we finished packing, loaded up and were on the road to Mathis, at 4:07 pm. We had planned on leaving tomorrow morning, but momentum took over.
We stayed at the same Mathis motel we had stayed at on the way south.
Booking.com managed to not forward our booking to the motel. That got sorted out after a while or the desk clerk gave up looking for it and took a photo of our conformation email. While Juanita was sorting, I did some steps in the parking lot. A burly female with mental or intoxicant issues verbally abused me while I walked. She went into the check-in office, beat on the bell, threw it on the floor, yelled and left.
When we went to the room, she was two doors over and verbally abused us. We used the bathroom and left in our car, stopping at the office to report the incident. As we did the police arrived. We went back to the room to drop off our bags before leaving for supper. The police were giving her a sobriety test while she verbally abused them.
We had supper at our favourite nearby Taqueria. When returned to the room the police and the loud burly lady were still interacting. She had changed out of shorts into slacks and apparently had been determined capable of driving. After much drama the departure occurred. She made a horn honking circuit of the parking lot on her way away.
We did a bit of research about tomorrow’s travel. I wrote up some rough notes about today and we slept perchance without loud burly interruptions.