Tea Bag Theology

Lord, help me to Fully Rely On You as I teach my boys day by day. May all that we learn and do be for your glory....



My little man was watching a praise dvd and when it finished he wanted to watch it again because he said that the songs were just so good. I explained that it made him feel good because God inhabits the praises of his people. (Psalm 22:3 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.) He looked a bit confused and told me that God is everywhere.

I explained to him that although God is everywhere sometimes His presence is much more intense.

I demonstrated this with a teabag. (As much as I love my tea parties I do not actually worship the teabag you needn't be worried about it).

I held up the teabag and said imaging that this teabag is God. I dropped the teabag into a cup of boiling water. I told little man to sing and as he sang a worship song I stirred the water. I explained that as he sang it stirred God and got him to watch how the water in the cup changed to tea.

It was just like Gods presence growing more intense when we worship. Not only did we enjoy our lesson, we also enjoyed the cup of tea afterwards.

Deuteronomy 6:6-7 And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. ⁷ You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.

The Tea Cup

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups. Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked “May we see that? We’ve never seen a cup quite so beautiful.”As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke, “You don’t understand.” It said, “I have not always been a teacup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, Don’t do that. I don’t like it! “Let me alone,” but he only smiled, and gently said; “Not
yet!!”

“Then. WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. ‘Stop it ! I’m getting so dizzy! I’m going
to be sick!’, I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, quietly;
‘Not yet.’ He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to
suit himself and then……then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. ” Help! Get me out of here!” I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, ‘Not yet’.

“When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh,that felt so good! “Ah, this is much better,” I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag.

‘Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!!’ I cried. He only shook his head and said. ‘Not yet!’. Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited ——- and
waited, wondering What’s he going to do to me next?

An hour later he handed me a mirror and said ‘Look at yourself.’ And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful.” Quietly he spoke: “I want you to remember, then,’ he said,‘I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you’d have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it
hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life. If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t have survived for long be cause the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”