A Beverage To Please Any Guest

photo taken by Mary Vee

How do you like your beverage? Cream? Sugar? Here is a virtual cup made special for you.

This is a samovar.

I hand carried this treasure from Moscow, and refused to let anyone "help" me hold it. It is my special memory and the souvenir of a trip to Russia. I don't know what one would cost today, but we paid eighty rubles.

A samovar is used as a tool when serving a hot beverage like tea, coffee to guests. I suppose hot cider or other drinks could be served this way as well.

The gold ornate body is filled with cold water and heated with electricity. The holes in top gold piece allow steam to vent and heat the small kettle placed on top. (This samovar did not come with a matching kettle.)

The small kettle is filled with concentrated beverage of choice. Our host served highly concentrated tea. The guest pours the concentrated beverage in their cup then sets the cup under the spigot in the lower center.

By rotating the spigot handle (this one has a white knob) to align center, hot water flows into the cup diluting the concentrated beverage to the guest's desire.

God has also given us His highly concentrated Word, rich in wisdom, compassion, judgement, and instruction. Those forming a new relationship with God understand small amounts of His Word. The Apostle Paul calls it the milk of the Word. As we progress in our relationship with God we can understand greater concentrates of His Word.

Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!

Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;

Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--

Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

How do you take your cup of coffee/tea?

I still put cream in mine.

Comments

patti.mallett_pp said…

It's lovely, Mary. Good job on getting it safely home!! It was fun to learn how it's used. I don't drink coffee any more but enjoy my cup of tea, sometimes White tea, sometimes Ginger - and with a spoonful of honey!

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Mary Vee Storyteller said…

yum, a spoonful of honey is soothing.

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