{"id":4195,"date":"2008-05-08T17:14:23","date_gmt":"2008-05-08T22:14:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theanchoressonline.com\/2008\/05\/08\/my-soul-for-a-cup-of-coffee\/"},"modified":"2017-03-16T23:03:15","modified_gmt":"2017-03-16T23:03:15","slug":"my-soul-for-a-cup-of-coffee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/theanchoress\/2008\/05\/08\/my-soul-for-a-cup-of-coffee\/","title":{"rendered":"My Soul for a Cup of Coffee – UPDATED"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

After four days in the house<\/strong>, sleeping nearly continuously thanks to my oxygen-deprived and bleary state, I desperately needed to get out of the house today, and also I needed to buy a card\/gift for the Mother-in-Law (who deserves much more than either card or gift), so I ventured out and basically drove a circuit: card shop, gas station (back tire needed air), post-office, church (getting on to the Vespers hour, so why not) and then \u2013 feeling totally beat \u2013 a reward of coffee to get me home. All went well until the coffee stop, which precipitated a spiritual crisis of sorts.<\/p>\n

At Vespers the reading was from 1 Corinthians 6:19-20:<\/p>\n

You must know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is within \u2013 the Spirit you have received from God. You are not your own. You have been purchased, and at a price. So, glorify God in your body.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

My meditation had been one of prayerful regret<\/strong>, running along the lines of \u201cI\u2019ve never treated my body like anything but the Temple of Doom.\u201d I recalled all the times where, considering my body, my prayer had been, \u201ccan\u2019t I have a do-over? From puberty on, do-over? And maybe no congenital blood or enzyme issues? No clotting issues? Less boobs and bootie? Can I be built more along the lines of Andie McDowell, than Rosie O\u2019 Donnell, please? (Even Rosie is taller, I\u2019m sure) I\u2019d like longer legs and shorter arms; an overall less-simian sort of stature.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shameful prayer, yes, completely unrealistic, ungrateful and un-edifying. I\u2019m well-aware of the fact that I should be daily offering up a prayer of praise that I can simply bring a cup of coffee to my lips, unassisted.<\/p>\n

This is why I pray a lot; not because I\u2019m holy, but because I am pathetic. And yes, I also prayed for all the people who ask me to, or who mention things in the comments section, but now that you see what surrounds my prayer, you\u2019ll understand why you should also offer up your own orisons, and don\u2019t put too much stock on anything coming from over here.<\/p>\n

Anyway, Vespers was done, I was craving coffee, and since the good monks at Mystic Monk Coffee<\/strong><\/a> have not yet figured out how to create a chain of drive-through monasteries at which I may satisfy my daily longing for their incredible, smooth, rich java (truly the best coffee I\u2019ve ever had, see right sidebar), I went to a different drive-through chain for an inferior but fast and hot blend.<\/p>\n

Aside: I love the idea of a drive-through monastery\/coffee house. At the intercom you hear a chant: \u201cBenedicite..<\/em>.Caaaan weeee heeeelp youuu?\u201d<\/p>\n

Me: \u201cMonks! Gimmee coffee! The Dark Roast! The incredible Hazelnut! GIMMEE IRISH CREME COFFEE! And a Novena! And put it in a Saint-of-the-Day cup!\u201d<\/p>\n

Monk: \u201cDeo Gratias\u2026Wouuuulllld youuuu like a bleeeeeeeesssssinnnngg with that jaaavaaaa?\u201d<\/p>\n

Me: \u201cYes! Bless me till your blesser is broke and throw in a Pater Noster!\u201d<\/p>\n

Monk: \u201cAlleluia Alleluia!<\/em> Driiiiive thrrroooouugh toooo the seecond winnndoowww In nomine patrie\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I would love that. But I digress\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

So I pull into the drive-through<\/strong> and ask for the large coffee, milk, a packet of sweetener. I am not tempted to any of the other goodies offered because, you know\u2026I\u2019ve just been meditating on how my body is a Temple of the Holy Spirit, albeit one that requires massive amounts of iron to keep it standing, and copious flows of caffeine to keep the doors open.<\/p>\n

The woman at the window gives me the coffee with the packet of sweetener ON the coffee lid<\/em> instead of IN the coffee.<\/p>\n

Now, a nice person would probably not waste a thought on it. I, sadly, am not very nice and my brain began whirring another path to purgatory, which I suppose showed on my face, as I looked at the cup and then at the woman with what I hope was merely a quizzical, and not evil, expression.<\/p>\n

She said, \u201cI didn\u2019t know if you wanted it in the coffee\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOhhh,\u201d I said, thinking, \u201cyou absurd woman, I\u2019m driving a car, what do you think I\u2019d want, to alternately drink the coffee and then stick my tongue into the sweetener envelope as I\u2019m driving? Where is your head?\u201d<\/em> But before I could say anything cutting the woman said, \u201cit\u2019s my first day\u2026and I\u2019m like, so confused\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Given my own history of public-stupidity,<\/strong> and since I also did not want to give reign to my always-rouse-able Irish beast, I said, \u201cwell, soon it will be second nature to you, and you\u2019ll feel like you can do the job in your sleep! Good luck!\u201d But of course, in my heart, I know I had harbored evil, uncharitable thoughts, and those counted. Dammit.<\/p>\n

I drove away understanding that once more, I had failed in love and patience, but my contrition was typically short-lived, as I wondered\u2026\u201dnow, how the hell do I drink this? What do I stir it with? I have no pen, no pencil, no straw\u2026my greasy tire gauge? Ewww, no!\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a McDonalds just ahead<\/strong>, so I pulled in there figuring, \u201cgreat, I\u2019ll get a stirrer.\u201d A little devil voice said, \u201cyou can\u2019t just drive up and ask for a stirrer; better get a hot fudge sundae, then you can use the spoon to stir your coffee.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no,\u201d I said, \u201cI just read Vespers and my body is the Temple of the Lord, and I\u2019ve abused my body terribly, and must stop that! No ice cream!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help you,\u201d came the voice over the intercom.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne hot fudge sundae, please!\u201d I called out.<\/p>\n

Freaking devil.<\/p>\n

\u201cOur machine is broke, we have no ice cream \u2013 you want cookies?\u201d Hmmm\u2026was this an angel of the Lord preventing me from sullying the Temple or was it yet another devil, an oatmeal-raisin devil with chewy insides? Aha! I find I can resist the cookie devil because he does not come with a spoon to stir my coffee!<\/p>\n

\u201cNo cookies,\u201d I called, proudly, \u201ccan I just have a coffee stirrer?\u201d<\/p>\n

The voice told me I was in luck;<\/strong> all I had to do was ask the kid at the second window. When I did he gave me an odd look, \u201cjust a coffee stirrer? No cookies? No coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

My chubby, stretch-marked-flabby doughy-skin-cancered body is the Temple of the Lord! I came away with a stirrer, and a stirrer only.<\/p>\n

But that seemed like an awful lot of spiritual angst for a cup of coffee\u2026<\/p>\n

I need the monks to build a drivethru, and I need it now!<\/p>\n

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