1(a): a container for holding something; (b): a person into whom some quality (as grace) is infused
2: a watercraft bigger than a rowboat; especially: ship
3 (a): a tube or canal (as an artery) in which a body fluid is contained and conveyed or circulated; (b): a conducting tube in the xylem of a vascular plant formed by the fusion and loss of end walls of a series of cells
Vessel (n.): c. 1300, “container,” from Old French vessel “container, receptacle, barrel; ship” (12th century, Modern French vaisseau) from Late Latin vascellum “small vase or urn,” also “a ship,” alteration of Latin vasculum, diminutive of vas “vessel.” Sense of “ship, boat” is found in English from early 14th century. Meaning “canal or duct of the body” (especially for carrying blood) is attested from late 14th century.
“Become a vessel for the divine.”
Amy Ippoliti (b. 1969, yoga teacher, earth activist, and author of "The Art and Business of Teaching Yoga")
"An empty vessel makes the loudest sound."
William Shakespeare (1564-1616, poet, dramatist, and actor, often called the English national poet and considered by many to be the greatest dramatist of all time)
"Skating was the vessel into which I could pour my heart and soul."
Peggy Fleming (b. 1948, American figure skater, who was the only U.S. gold medal winner in 1968)
"Can a secular artist be used as a vessel to bring souls to Christ? Of course... this is God we are talking about!"
Monica Johnson (1946 – 2010, American screenwriter whose film credits included "Mother," "Lost in America," "Modern Romance," "Jekyll and Hyde..." "Together Again" and "The Muse")
"The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence."
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941, Bengali writer and poet, recipient of The Nobel Prize in Literature in 1931)
"God is using people to accomplish His work, of saving souls, but we have to remember that it is not us doing the work. It's God using our vessel."
Monica Johnson (1946 – 2010, successful and renowned screenwriter)
“The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.”
Stephen King (b. 1947, best-selling horror and fantasy novelist, whose work was adapted for film and TV)
“God is using people to accomplish His work, of saving souls, but we have to remember that it is not us doing the work. It’s God using our vessel.”
Have you ever been in situations where you were able be a vessel of some glorious superhuman act? What compelled you? Was it a calling? Were you fully aware of your actions, or did you stand back observing as a witness?
What if I told you that some of our bravest acts are our conscious acts of kindness, where we get to connect with “the other,” those who different from ourselves.
Depending on our environments, there can be a diversity of opportunities to demonstrate compassionate to those we do not know. These engagements need not be intense, only, heartfelt, authentic< and meaningful.
While living in New York City, I was fortunate to have had many memorable encounters with strangers, especially after 911, because that’s when we needed kindness the most. There was little tolerance for mean-spiritedness.
While sitting on a crowded crosstown bus with both of my children, I froze as a hand in slow-motion came out from under the plastic-wrapped cleaners clothes and made its way into woman’s pocketbook. The woman was engrossed in a conversation with another woman. I said, “watch your pocketbook,” trying to interrupt the woman, twice! to no avail. So, I tapped the woman on the leg hard, and that’s when she jumped and said, “Oh, my goodness, that was a live one!”
Busted, the man exited the bus. However, it wasn’t until he reached outside that he looked at me through the windows and shouted, “I’m going to get you! I’m going to get you!”
The woman thanked me. But, before I could acknowledge her gratitude, my son looked up and asked me what was wrong. A little shell-shocked, I couldn’t voice an answer.
Seated next to me was a musician reading sheet music. He looked at the man screaming outside and then at me, and said, “Don’t worry. He’s not going to do a thing.” Somehow, the assurance of this stranger resonated, and I exhaled and breathe a sign of relief.
Along with being vessels of kindness, we also need to be great divine channels of discernment and wisdom of when to act or when to seek help.
Stay awake and vigilant, sojourners!
Much Love, Tonya