The Cup Of Christ
You know, thinking about all this spooky stuff does remind me of one time in my life when I think I did come into contact with powers not of this world. However, depending on who you ask, this should not have been the dark side tampering with reality.

My friend Mike and I really fancied a cup of tea. But upon checking out the carton in the fridge, we find that there is the most pathetic dribble in the bottom of it, barely enough to turn a cup of tea grey. Now, the shops were shut and we were determined to have our cup of tea, so I brewed one up even though it meant having to drink a very strong cuppa. Mike, ever the clown, decides that the best thing to do in the event of no milk is to bless the carton in the name of Jesus.

So I pour the tea and then add the milk (once it was properly brewed of course) making sure I had all the milk out of the carton. I put it down and examined our tea. It wasn’t black but it sure as hell wasn’t white either. Despairing, I pick up the carton of milk again and give it a little wiggle. There’s a sloshing sound.

Mike and I look at each other and giggle. I pour the milk again which makes the tea a little whiter but still terribly unpalatable. Now I’m sure I got the last of the milk out this time but when I picked the carton up to throw it away I give it another wiggle, just in case. Slosh, slosh, slosh!

We continued in this vein until we both had a perfect cup of tea and the milk was well and truly gone, all the time becoming a little more freaked out by this everlasting carton of milk. Now this was all very weird but sometimes it scares me. Why? Because some people I know have chosen to use this tea-blessing miracle as evidence of God, Jesus, eternal damnation etc when talking to me about it. I’m a pagan. Even if Jesus revealed himself to me by granting me a perfect cuppa, I’m bound for the lake of fire…

But then I knew that anyway. Peace. :)
(Mr Evian, Wed 26 Apr 2006, 9:24, Reply)