Luke is a BIG dog. A really BIG dog. He doesn’t realise it though. He still goes to sleep under the table and forgets about the table when he wakes up. He doesn’t fit under the table anymore. So when he stands up, everybody have to grab their glasses!
Each one of us is like a glass of fruit juice, standing on the table of life. Every now and then something happens and the table isn’t so stable anymore. We get a little bump somehow. What spills out of our glasses depend on what we filled with.
Some people will spill faith, others will spill fear. Some will spill fruit of the Spirit, some will spill fruit of the flesh.
What are you filled with? If a big dog gets up from under your table today, what will spill out of you?