One fabulous Thinker

Months ago, at Target, I saw a woman dash straight for the Stanley cups. Limited edition. Special color. She grabbed two, all while looking like she was running on empty herself. I couldn't help but notice—not just her focus on the cups—but the emptiness I saw behind her eyes. It hit me: we'll fight for a water bottle. We'll set restock alarms. We'll spend $45 to keep our drinks cold all day. But our souls? We let them run dry for weeks, even months, without refilling. If you've been a Christian for a long time—or even just a little while—you've probably heard the phrase "empty cup." We can't pour from what's empty. And yet, so often, we try. Stanley cups have become a whole phenomenon. Different colors. Limited editions. Charms dangling off the handles. Straw toppers. Stickers. Whole personalities built around "my cup." People love them because they keep their drinks cold and close at hand all day long. But here's the part that h...