His Mug

by APC on December 06, 2017

I know it’s truly the Christmas season when I hear the faint clinking in the kitchen followed by my Dad’s cry of chagrin: Ah, where’s my mug?!?!

In the true spirit of Christmas, my Mother always cycles out the typical day-to-day coffee mugs with Christmas-themed ones. Aptly named “the foo-foo mugs,” my Dad is forced, for the season, to find an alternative mug to consume his coffee until his favorite one returns.

I have to crack a smile when I think about my Dad’s coffee mug. He has quite a few he’s donned as “his,” but there is one that’s particularly special. This coffee mug is painted with a (now faded) American flag, has a slight chip on the edge, and is stained—no matter the number of wash cycles—with the color and smell of coffee.

It’s been around since the dawn of the dinosaurs. It’s Dad’s go-to mug, day or night, and no one drinks out of it, ever. And, it’s typically out on the counter, ready for use. Rare are the times I’ve seen this mug in the kitchen cabinet.

But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour. If a man therefore purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master’s use, and prepared unto every good work (II Timothy 2:20–21, KJV).

Meet for the master’s use. Do you know what this means? Meet is the Greek word euchréstos which means serviceable, profitable, or easy to make use of. This is where my mind sees the connection with my Dad’s coffee mug.

My Dad’s mug is meet for his use. He’s drank countless cups of coffee from it. He knows it’s strong and reliable because it got a little banged up and survived with just a chip. He knows it can weather the storm because those stars and stripes are still visible on the outside no matter the number of times its gone through the dishwasher. And, because of all of that and more, He’s chosen to call it his coffee mug.

If you’ll allow me the metaphor, we’re all cups and glasses in God’s kitchen cabinet. And, we all need to be a vessel meet for the Master’s use.

We need to be that cup God reaches for (and possibly hunts for) among the rest of the cups in the cabinet. We need to be a vessel that’s always ready and available to be used. We need to be willing to step outside our comfort zone, and this might involve being unsheltered, exposed, or left on the counter. We need to be a mug He can count on because we’ve proven our use—we have a few chips or cracks in our sides, but we have a resiliency to never give up. We need to be a vessel that has the mark of our Maker.

I don’t ever want to be the last clean cup in the cabinet. I don’t want to be the foo-foo mug. I want to get my hands dirty when God asks. Go where He leads. Forge into the storm knowing I might walk out with a little scar, but all the while, trusting in God to get me through.

And, most importantly, I want to be His.

Don’t be a vessel that’s too pretty to be used. Don’t be the “for show” glass that sits on the shelf, or the foo-foo mug that’s cast aside. Be fit for the Master’s use. Be His mug.