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The Minister in His Moment

October 14, 2011

What follows is a guest post. This is a story that my friend Ferol Humphrey told me a while back which illustrates a wonderful meaning for the Ace of Cups. I asked her if she would mind letting me use it on my blog, and she very graciously assented.

“The Minister in His Moment”
Copyright 2011 Ferol Humphrey
Use only with permission

Many years ago I had occasion to chaperone a relatively new Tarot reader at a party in Waco Texas, in the magnificent home of a prominent woman. All evening my companion read Tarot for the curious attendees. Near the end of the evening we found ourselves sitting quietly, and I noticed an elegant, dignified, and very frail old gentleman, impeccably attired, sitting alone across the room. He looked as though a puff of wind might blow him into the next world, and yet his eyes were very bright. He crossed the room to us.

“Good evening, ladies, I have been watching you,” he said courteously, and sat down. “I am a retired Baptist minister. I am 85 years old. I have spent my life in service of the church, and it has been a wonderful, beautiful life. Really I could not have asked for more. I have always been curious about Tarot cards, but never felt it would be proper to investigate. Now, in the autumn of my life, I want to know. I only have one question. Why did God create the world?” He looked at me and waited for my reply. I turned to my fellow reader, who demurred silently. So I shuffled my cards.

RWS 2.0 Ace of CupsI drew the Ace of Cups. This Tarot card is a hand emerging from the clouds, holding a golden chalice which brims with water, overflowing into a lake filled with lotuses in full bloom. The white dove of peace descends into the chalice, carrying in its beak a white wafer bearing a cross. I breathed in the pleasure of the moment, and held the card up to the beautiful old gentleman, saying, “Sir, this card is the Ace of Cups, the fountain spring of all the love in the Universe. God created the world for Love.” He nodded quietly as his eyes brimmed with tears. “I always knew that. I have felt it in my heart all my life. Thank you, from the bottom of my being.” He bowed, and slowly walked away into the next room.

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8 Comments
  1. What a pleasure, James. I have enjoyed your consistently beautiful and thoughtful blog, your Tarot of the Masters, and your books, for years now. I feel right at home on your page. Love to you! Ferol

  2. That is an absolutely beautiful story! Thank you for sharing it with us, James, and thank you, too, Ferol.

  3. OK, that is a very sweet and touching little story!

    Erik Weaver

  4. Incredibly poignant. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story, Ferol. Thank you, too, James, for being the gracious host of this delightful piece.

  5. Thank you for sharing that post. I am moved by the content, by the loving attitude of the reader, and by the way the cards spoke to the gentleman in his own language.

  6. how perfectly timed. this story went straight to my heart. thank you both! hmmph!

  7. Thank you all for your comments on this wonderful story.

  8. Beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.

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