That’s the phrase that was in my head this morning when my watch awakened me at 6:00 a.m. because I stupidly forgot to turn off its alarm last night.
For a few moments, I wondered what I meant by that – before drifting back to sleep for another hour and half.
“The Holy Grail is half full.”
I don’t blog about the church very much; I’ve resolved not to. Other folks, like my blogging buddies Fajita and Neal and John and Brian cover the territory so well I would feel redundant. Sometimes I’ll comment on their blogs, but usually not.
If the Holy Grail phrase refers to my confidence in the church, then I think it’s accurate. I choose to see the church as blessed by Christ’s blood about half as much as it could be … rather than seeing the cup half-empty, as in the old saw.
The power; the potential is there. We just haven’t imbibed as much as we could. If we drank deeply, we could forgive ourselves as well as others, just as we have been forgiven. We would be free to respond to full forgiveness with full confidence, full hearts, full gratitude. We would give each act of kindness and mercy and love in full measure, not half-heartedly. We would have an unquenchable thirst for the new wine; a hunger to be the new wineskins for it.
We would long to see the Grail – not half-empty – but completely empty because we drank it dry.
Just to see the miracle of it refilling with exactly what we need in the measure we need precisely when we need it.