Yesterday I was talking to a big deal ministry leader because that’s how important I am, and he said, “How’s that blog of yours coming along? Don’t you hate having to do that? It’s every day, isn’t it? I hate it when I have to do stuff like that, because then you have to turn everything you see, or that happens to you, into a little sermon. It’s like you can never just relax.”
So I thought, “You are such a dink.” But then I thought, “Wait. How come I don’t do that? How come I never try to think of little sermons based on stuff I see?”
So I’m gonna do that. Right now.
As I write this, I’m sitting at a Starbucks. So let me look around myself here, and see if I can scrounge together something I can use for a deep Godly observation/mini-sermon. Pretend like you haven’t read anything in this post before this: like it’s just starting.
Godly Reflections at a Starbucks
You know, Starbucks and God have a lot in common. They’re both everywhere, for instance. And they both help people wake up in the morning get gas spend their money stay focused and get motivated. And just like people come to God to get exactly what they want, people come to Starbucks to get exactly what they want. One of the great things about Starbucks, after all, is that you can order your drink so exactly how you want it that people waiting in line behind you roll their eyes at each other and make faces while you’re ordering. If visitors to Starbucks are looking for comfort, they might find it in the frothy cappuccino of a rousing hymn. If they’re looking for forgiveness, they just might find it in the soy nonfat double-shot latte of confession. In need of inspiration? Why, you just might find it in the venti Caffe Americano of a rousing sermon. Looking to just connect with God? Go WiFi!
[Wow. That was awful. Lemme try again.]
Godly Reflections at a Starbucks
This morning, as I sat in a Starbucks sipping on my iced venti latte that was creating so much condensation it was practically shorting out my computer, I looked about myself. And I noticed something. I noticed that almost everyone in the place was engrossed in one personal electronic device or another. Whether it was an iPhone, a notepad, a laptop, or … well, that’s about it … people were tuning out the world around them. What does it say about a society when its members overwhelmingly prefer one-dimensional electronic communicating to three-dimensional human interaction? It is from meeting, knowing, and loving others that we most fully discover who we are, what we need, where we belong. This whole culture has become a disgrace. I, for one, won’t even be almost surprised when God decides to wipe us all out with a giant fireball that will rush down from the heavens, and ignite …
[No, no. Slipped into unbecoming derangement. Fail.]
Godly Reflections at a Starbucks
As I sat this morning at my neighborhood Starbucks, I began reflecting upon the question of whether or not it’s time I cut back on caffeine. After all, does God need caffeine? Probably not. But who knows? Who among us can say with surety that God doesn’t wake up in the morning, and go, “Somebody get me Juan Valdez. Is he dead yet? He is, right? Bring him in here. I want some coffee.” But, again, probably not. God probably just snaps his fingers, and bam: coffee. I wonder if he takes cream in his coffee? Probably not. They probably don’t have cows in heaven. Not milking cows, anyway. They’re pretty heavy. I love cows. I’ll bet there’s only cows in heaven. If I was God, I’d instantly make every cow that ever died into a big giant cow angel. That way …
[Right. So I give up. This is why I don’t run a ministry. Well. One of the reasons.]
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