“You do not know what you are asking. Can you drink the chalice that I am going to drink?”
“My chalice indeed you will drink."
My chalice – held out to you,
A servant's offering.
My chalice – the wine of Cana,
Abundance of life's joy.
My chalice – of living water,
Flowing for you always.
My chalice – gift of the Father,
For the Son to accept.
My chalice – covenant in my blood,
A ransom for many.
My chalice – soured vinegar,
Strange tasting victory.
My chalice – for you also to drink,
A share in my Kingdom.
A sidetrack I took in the Lenten booklet I'm writing. Call it a preview.