Cups of Cold Water

WHEN GIVING IS ALL WE HAVE - by Alberto Rios

*One river gives
Its journey to the next.*

We give because someone gave to us.
We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.

We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it--

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green. You gave me

What you did not have, and I gave you
What I had to give—together, we made

Something greater from the difference.


~ ALBERTO RIOS © 2014 for the Academy of American Poets today
Used with permission.  To learn more about this poet, go to http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/alberto-rios

            This beautiful poem turns my thoughts to a passage of scripture.  Jesus talks about what it means to be a disciple in Matthew 10.  At the end of his teaching, He says, “And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.”

         This is a guide to being a follower and reflector of Christ.  Not everyone is called to be a great teacher or powerful evangelist.  Not everyone is called to be a reformer or influencer of nations.  But anyone and everyone can extend their hands and give cups of cold water.

        By their very nature, cups of cold water are small things, easily forgettable if you aren’t paying attention.  The people who extend them do not draw attention to themselves, but life would be poor, indeed, without those small, and I would argue significant, acts.

            Moving Mom to Grand Rapids opened up a treasure trove of cups.  So many people helped pack, transport, move, and clean…it was amazing.  People I knew, and some I didn’t know at all came out to help.  In one day, her house was cleaned out, her furniture was transported and cleaned and her apartment was set up and made hospitable.  Each person did a part so that I didn’t have to do it all.  That was a day of incredible blessing to us.

          One woman took her dog to visit Mom occasionally, which delighted her.  Another volunteered to pick her up for church every single week.  Another would go walking with us in a nearby park. When I had to ready Mom’s house for sale, people extended help of all kinds.  Painting, patching, ripping out carpets, visiting, and encouraging.  Whatever they were able to give, it was all appreciated and refreshing. 

       Cups of cold water seem insignificant, especially in a world that screams that to be successful and fulfilled, you need to have notoriety.  But the Lord notices what is done to and for the least of His followers.  It seems it’s not the cost, nor the skill, nor even the quantity He observes.  He’s paying attention to the motive.  What we do to His followers because they are His, He will repay with the riches of His grace.  While many of the people who offered help loved me or my mother, many didn’t know me at all – they just wanted to extend God’s grace through their lives.

            The giving and receiving of cups of refreshment makes something great and beautiful.

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