hot beverage

"can i offer you something to drink? 
a hot beverage perhaps?"
i ask with probably a bit 
too much eagerness..
"yes, i think i will, 
a cuppa tea, please?"
"just a glass of water for me, please!"
two three more call out their orders
and i am pleased
to deliver. 

i know it may seem small, 
preparing and delivering 
custom cup orders
but to me 
it's big.

offering a hot drink 
to those who 
fill in the cracks of my couches
and indent my chairs 
with their wind rattled frames..
they have ridden bikes,
walked a mile or two, 
found their way to my door
in the dark
in hopes to find rest, 
warmth, and 
fellowship.

by His grace and gentle command,
my heart is to give
exactly that for all
those who enter our home.

offering a drink means more than 
quenching thirsty travelers
it means 
please, stay a while.
please, relax, make yourself comfortable.
please, 
make yourself at home.

grabbing mugs, 
pulling out spoons,
putting on the kettle,
assembling  saucers, 
sugar cubes,
and milk jugs 
preparing the tray

yes, it may seem small..
insignificant really.

i mean c'mon, 
pouring a cuppa tea?
anyone 
could do that.

i know that. 
they could say no too, and i could 
allow myself 
to take it as personal rejection.

but it is meant to be 
a gift. 
a free, unconditional one. 
for me, 
it is lifting another above myself,
taking the form of 
servant
and doing so with 
gladness 
and love.

i know it's small,
but it's a start to 
servantship
and that's where my heart is.

by His grace alone,
i have learned first from
the Greatest 
Servant of all.



"not so with you..Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant.." 
-matthew 20.26