“I was once told that certain spiritual masters in Tibet used to set
their teacups upside down before they went to bed each night as a
reminder that all life was impermanent. And then, when they awoke each
morning, they turned their teacups right side up again with the happy
thought, ‘I’m still here!’ This simple gesture was a wonderful reminder to celebrate every moment of the day.“–Susan Jeffers in Embracing Uncertainty
This quote, posted on my friend Bettie’s Facebook wall this past week, appealed to me. The idea of starting each day by turning an upside down teacup right side up, symbolic of embracing the day and all that it brings, was a picture I wanted to embrace.
Just me and the Monks and our upside down turned right side up teacups.
But then the 5:30 alarm rang on a Monday morning. The 5:30 alarm went off and the teacup just wanted to stay in bed, curled up, safe from the potential assaults of the day. The 5:30 alarm went off and there was no thought of turning it right side up – there was just the thought of somehow protecting it so it didn’t break.
And that’s the deal isn’t it? In our human frailty what we embrace on Sunday as Truth feels a far away dream replaced by life in all its complexity.
Monday morning life.
Deep in my soul I know that the God of the Sundays is also the God of the Mondays, the Tuesdays and on through the week. The God of the week-end is the God of the week-day. The God beside me in joy is the same God who upholds me in crisis.
It’s me who is different.
And that’s why I need reminders and help. So that I can reach out and turn the teacup right side up, confident that He who holds the universe, holds my frail and sometimes breakable as a china teacup faith in His hands.
The upside down teacup might not work for me. But the God of the Mondays surely will.
How about you? Do you struggle to translate your Sunday faith to your Monday reality?