Starting the hour-long walk home from the Cursillo meeting

Starting the hour-long walk home from the Cursillo meeting at St. Joseph's church (my first in two years). I'm tapping into my PDA as I walk along the highway - must be careful.

In this evening's reflection, we each chose a cup or mug, and reflected on how one's life is like such a vessel - filled and emptied, some whole, one of them broken at the handle.

I chose a miniature, misshapen milk jug. It pours itself out in service of others, and is refilled by its master. But my milk jug is too full. Filled to the brim, it is never poured. If the milk in it sours, it must be emptied, scourged, and washed. Perhaps then will it be fit for use again.