Wait a minute! Take a closer look. What is he drinking out of? Not a glass or a cup, but a measuring cup.
I don’t judge him. I’ve done the same, drank from the wrong thing: from past mistakes, harsh words said long ago, guilt, regret and even shame. But I realized it was the wrong container when Jesus offered His living water from the cup of His love.
And that became a sweet, refreshing power for my soul!