We used to live in wine country (France)–a place where one could buy a great bottle of wine for two euros. I’m not much of a wine drinker, not much at all, so I don’t understand the sacrifice of pouring forth wine. But melted dark chocolate? Maybe.
There’s something amazing about taking that which is precious and pouring it forth. Perhaps that is why I love this poem from Streams in the Desert. It reads:
Measure your life by loss and not by gain,
Not by the wine drunk, but by the wine poured forth.
For love’s strength is…