This morning I awoke with a single thought on my mind…coffee. In the past few years I have become a kind of
a coffee snob, as much as I am loath to mention it. I love fresh ground and then fresh brewed
coffee. For those that have only bought
the pre-ground coffee in the stores you may not know that there is a difference
but there is. I had some dear friends
that imported real Kona coffee beans from Hawaii and I was wanting a fresh cup
from that tropical wonderland.
Hearing the grinder go and then the sound of the water percolating
over that tremendous blend I reached into the cupboard for a cup and my hand
froze. Looking in to the cabinet and all
I saw was flowery frou-frou mugs. I even
saw one that said, “shhh mommy is not conscious yet.” It occurred to me that all there were no
manly cups available. Looking back at
the steadily brewing blend of roasted goodness and I was torn. Is it just my weirdness or are there other
men that hesitate to put their coffee in a cup that is a bit girly?
Fortunately as I rummaged through I found a cup in the very back under
bowl, (why the bowl was covering this cup I have not got a clue) and there sat
a cup with two wolves howling at a full moon and I breathed a sigh of
relief. It was a smaller cup than I wanted
but I felt that I finally had a suitable vessel for such a great
concoction.
I am not sure what this says about me.
I know that I could fall back on the old adage, “What would Jesus do?” I know that I am just an armchair theologian
but I have yet to read anything in the New or Old Testaments that deal with
this issue. So I guess I need to deal
with the fact that not only am I a coffee a snob I am also a coffee mug snob. Either way after the cup was chosen the appropriate
additives to the brew I was able to sit and enjoy a cup and spend some time
with the Lord in the silence of the house and my soul.
Lord, thank you for the simple things and for
being there in the big ones! Please
allow me to love you with an intensity that defies understanding.
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