I went to Starbucks today. The barista asked my name, and then wrote this:
And if brothers and sisters come to you, and you proclaim, “Come, drink your fill!” and offer them not a $5 iced mochachino, what good is it? Truly faith without a barista, that is work, is meaningless.
Gee, canonization just isn’t the long, drawn-out process it used to be. 😛
and that’s why they call it St. Arbuck’s!