The Golden Pitcher

Part one of this story series ...

Once a year, it was pulled from its storage place for a very special occasion.

The Golden Pitcher.

It became the center of focus, the gleaming sight on which all eyes fell, the symbolic icon of layers upon layers of history, stories, rituals.

All tongues stopped wagging, all ears bent forward to hear, all irises followed the man that carried it, as it went from one end of the Temple to the other. The Golden Pitcher -- well, it was a sight to behold!

But for all of the hubbub that surrounded it, The Golden Pitcher was actually just a vessel. A container. A glorified Tupperware bowl.

There was nothing magical about it, nothing excitingly fresh or new of its purpose, nothing that changed in its shape or form.

It just was.

And yet, it represented so much more than anyone could have imagined.

The Golden Pitcher, a shining-in-the-sun work of art.

It was priceless.

Why?

What was this Golden Pitcher, and what does it have to do with the Christian Safehouse?

Tune in tomorrow for the beginning of its tale ...